Don't know what haunts me back,
It is already time for snack?
Who still has time to steal?
Cause this time I'm the meal.
I'm the fodder
Being fed on,
No one's fed up
Till I'm gone.
Submerged underwater
Just to extract more juice,
Driven mad by thrist
And then I'm set aloose.
I'm the test subject
The break of the fast,
No one's gonna reject
As long as I last.
I'm collapsing in pain
While they rejoice on my fruits,
Just a pitiful object
Left for them to loot.
I'm drowning in my own gifts
A lifeless gem losing it's spark,
Maybe they'll realize
It's me-time to embrace the dark.
🔴🔴🔴
There's only one reaction from me after writing this poem : vicious much??
I wrote this in perspective of someone in captivity, who's also being exploited of their gifts. So yep, this poem is a bit different from all the cheery poems I posted before.
Tell me what you think, cause I would love to hear them, okay?
Love, kisses and hugs to all.
Your lil girl,
MFOshin
