Good morning peeps - if it's morning there that is.
Warning: This may trigger some people because this poem has a dark tinge to it. It's actually for a book that I've read about women abuse and exploitation.
This poem is one of my first few, so it's kinda like, the fetus me writing my fetus poems.
Enjoy~
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Enclosed in a tight box,
Listening to the ticking of the clocks,
Door knobs unlocked outside the door,
Dancing with the foot steps across the floor,
Sound of the mat rubbing,
Jet black shoes a' coming,
Pants as brown as dirt,
Smell of cigar stained on his shirt,
The breath of a thousand ghouls,
Stealing out other people's souls,
Darting eyes scanning up and down,
his grin widens as his hands went through my own,
Rubbing his reddened nose,
He shrugged me on to make a pose,
I'll die here If I have to,
But if I will do,
Who's going to win after I die,
If in that horrifying bed I'll lie,
The heart stopping would be rather ravish,
If I have to, then I shall get my death wish,
Staring at my body that is now lifeless,
Seeing my own face, emotionless,
My teary eyes that had already cried,
The peace in my heart had already died.
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What d'ya think about this?
I'd really love to hear your opinions.
Lav ya~
"Nobody's perfect as there's always room for improvement."
--Mrs. Mary Jane Muaña
(English Teacher and Class Adviser 2017-2018),
and Unknown
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Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
