I was on the street
barefoot
when I found myself lost
between enemy lines.
I found that I was on break
between heaven and hell
and its magnetic fields were making me
stand still between the two breakthroughs.
I couldn't believe my heart
because all what I have been told was a lie
either because of my own welfare
or to cover up and sugar coat the ugly scenes.
As a kid I would cry
and ask where she's gone
but now I know where she's been
I was fed a taste of her life
and my reflexes spit it onto her face back at once
because I didn't know that my own flesh and blood
could abandon me
for strangers
in need.
Ever since
I've been devastated
and still am heartbroken
depressed even
because I once looked up to her
when she's always looked down at me
in shame and misery;
maybe even regret
because when I looked into her eyes
I grew cold
and I felt far
maybe because it was...
Or maybe because I am.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁