March 23, 2019
Asking myself everyday
Yet the usual answer is, "I don't know"
For that's what they always say
But glad, I know who they are though
In the middle of the dark, I stood
Inside the black pitch, under a hood
Saying, I am who
Yet why do I know you?
Staring at my hands with the chain
Always praying under the rain
Looking at the people inside this prison
Asking God, how can I vomit this poison?
Never decided on my own
All you can hear is my howl and moan
For all I do is protest inside me
Neither can I escape nor maybe just flee
Thousands of contradiction inside my mind
It's the freedom, where can I find?
Chained and locked with the fake and lie
Never answered the question, who am I?
Love, No One
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Love, No One
PoetryA compilation of poems for everyone written by no one. [Book One: Love, No One (On-going)]
