A Forbidden Tear
I am struggling in between
Which or what or who,
To shout, to scream, to cry---
I feel out of the blue.
Everything seems to fade,
The minute I realize
The last moment
I despise.
I am withholding
Every piece of me inside:
Tattered, broken and
Without pride.
What of me was left?
What of my life?
Not touched, not broken
But only with strife?
The key to open the lock
Of my heart door:
A forbidden tear
I long endure.
*Not a dream. - AN.*
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Blurred Dreams
PoetryMy second poem collection. Mostly about my different outlooks in life. A poem collection about my feelings towards other people.
