Wandering alone on a busy street,
With Her rough hands and blistered feet.
Working for days to make ends meet,
She was discreet but feels complete.
"Do you want to buy a bun?"
She was trying to sell at least one.
But people were just to dumb,
They thought that was all for fun.
And when she's home it's just begun,
Of a world war without a gun.
All the bruises she cant outrun,
Hopelessly wished it will just be gone.
As she grew up she dances with god,
And also with some demons too.
She wished her parents would be so proud,
Of what she learnt, what she went through.
She saw a spark, a flickering light.
A hope, a soul, that looks soo bright.
Despite the fact that it's her sole fight,
Having a friend quite feels alright.
She wanted more straight from her core,
She opened her door and try to restore.
And when she loves and starts to adore,
1.2.3.4 poof. she falls to the floor.
A hopeless world was built on a thread,
There are many things thats left unsaid,
She realize that life wasn't that bad
Because back in her head she knew she was mad.
Lol.
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Life Poem
ŞiirThis is my first time writing a piece of me here. I was encouraged by my english teacher and thanks to her i search for a platform to start. i wrote this by looking at a broader perspective of life. we always keep holding on to something we dont be...
