What am I? Is it- a bag
Of rotten emotions and
Pigments of unpleasantness?
What makes of me?
Waves of sporadicity relentless
In its tossing and turning.
I am swallowed by these waves-
Crest after trough, trough
after crest. What am I?
Why won't anyone tell me?
YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
Poetrymy homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes
