I wore plain apparel
Tawdry and tinsel
And I felt low and defeated
Some treated me like a dirt.
I avoided people
Who gazed at me with spite
And I felt low and defeated
Some treated me like a dirt.
The voice inside my head
Told me to put suffering to an end
And I felt low and defeated
Some treated me like a dirt.
The rope hung on the ceiling
Tied loose as I stared
And I felt low and defeated
Some treated me like a dirt.
I moved the wooden stool
Below the shabby cord
And I felt low and defeated
Some treated me like a dirt.
And as the sun rose in horizon
A detail casted an obscure shadow
And I felt low and defeated
Some treated me like a dirt.
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Tea Poetry
PuisiPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
