As my scars turned maroon,
And my problems turned grey,
I couldn't behold the sun at noon,
Nor did i hear the birds at day,
Termites ate my thoughts,
And i'm left with the odds,
Of life that was not fair,
The life i couldn't spare,
A soul beholding life as it flies,
And a soul slowly dies,
A soul seeking life's sorrows,
A soul's face suddenly furrows,
Pisimist everywhere a soul goes,
Everywhere that life flows,
Negativity covering a soul's eyes,
As the soul metaphorically cries.
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Inside-outs & where-abouts
PoetryHello everyone, this is a collection of poems which I wrote by myself. I don't know if you guys will like it but I hope you do. Please do not copy one of them, if you want to repost anything just tell me or atleast give me credit for it. Xoxo, nour...
