the sadness is visible in my eyes
and the tears on my cheeks,
why am i made to hold
all this bitterness for weeks?
why was i suffering the karma,
weeks to months to years,
karma that should've been for them,
was shipped to the wrong address, i fear,
it should've been them,
it shouldn't be me,
why am i suffering the karmic consequences
of the bad things done to me?
why were they living the life,
looking all so happy,
while i burn myself out to ashes
just wanting to end it?
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
