Is it possible
to be Human
and to live and laugh and loathe
a tedious task in hand
Yes, they said
It is Possible, they said.
With the blink of the eye
16 years flew
and she lived and laughed and loathed
just as promised by them
Is it possible
to be Human
and to live and loathe and cry
a painful task in hand
Yes, they said.
It is possible, they said.
With the tick of the clock
6 years passed
And she lived and loathed and cried
just as promised by them
Is it possible?
to be Human
and to survive and loathe and cry
a heart-wrenching task in hand
Yes, they said.
It is possible, they said.
With the tock of the clock
her world fell apart
Is it possible
to be empty and empty and empty
Yes, they said.
No, he said.
A shell she lived upon
A façade she dwelled
upon an inept mess
in an empty shell
She and he,
made a fine bond
a zealous bond
of amatory, ardor, an amateur
This is him,
He who shared with her
He who gave her
He who brought her
from the dead.
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Emotional cripple
Poetry"Is that paint on your lips?" they ask. • • • • • "Yes, the paint of my tainted soul," she say. -A collection of free style poems-
