Everything seems so dark, there is no way out
Those teardrops is a closed friends that keep me in the hole
Until one day, even my crying is too tired,
I cannot cry anymore.
I want to run but my legs is crippled,
I want to fly away, but my wings is clipped tight
I want to have dream but my eyes cannot close
I want to die, but dying is too expensive.
And i am here, as the puppet of the show.
That no one can hear everything i want to shout about.
YOU ARE READING
A Flower In The Desert
PoetryFor the beauty that we seek, For the ugliness that we hide, For the self that we avoid, For us that decide to run, And fight until the end of the time, As hard as we can, As all that I got is your help. p/s: Few of my poems were taken directly from...
