LEFT BEHIND
When it comes to me
They don't have to look after me
They don't have to wait for me
Instead, they'd just leave and ignore me
Despite the pains that I painted
The tears that I've confronted
The memories that have been played
For the sake of the ship, all has been desserted
It feels like you've been stab from the back
Sorry,
Is it just because I'm unluck?
Or because there's a lack?
Oh, after all!
It's not enough
I had missed so much gap
I should give a try to laugh
In the end, I'd just notice
I'll end up roaming around
Where my colleagues can be found
YOU ARE READING
Fruit of My Boredom
ŞiirA poetry that will make you feel like you are riding in a roller coaster.
