Hanging Feet
How sad it is,
to see people,
ending their lives,
because of suffering, of pain,
and of sadness.
How cruel it is,
to live in a world,
where happiness couldn't exist,
in the eyes full of mystery,
and heartaches.
How miserable it is,
growing like being unwanted,
some people are taken for granted,
and their growth stunted.
How awful it is,
to have your dreams shattered,
skewing your view of all things enchanted,
so that the society's ideas could be planted,
as if individuality never existed.
BINABASA MO ANG
Written in the Sky
Poetry#27 in Poem (Highest Ranking March 2023) This is a compilation of poetry. Enjoy reading!
