My vision
Is blurred from
All the shed tears.
My throat
Is croaked from
All the shoutings.
My body
Is trembling from
All the negative vibes.
And ,
I feel dead
From the weight.
I want to stand up on
My feet and want to
Open that hell door.
Stepping out ,
I wanna curse those
Two individuals who ' re
Shouting , lurching and
Maybe killing each other too.
I wanna go out and shout
Them to stop for they aren't
Just two individuals but
They're my
World.
All this stays a fantasy
As the voices dies down
And ,
The door bangs while someone
Cries.
I wanna go out there
And soothe my birthgiver.
I wanna rub her back ,
Speak sweet things
As she did to me.
All this stays a fantasy
As I hear the weeping
Stop.
I sigh ,
Will this be
Always be fantasy
Of a small girl
Or will I ever have the courage
To stand and
Fight ! ?
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Thơ caWords describe what you see , feel and touch but poetry describe what you feel , what you can't say , what you can't express ! That's poetry and this is an attempt to define and describe the seen and unseen ! Hope you enjoy it !
