in a world of Bliss,
we are corrupted by discrimination, racism, and politics.
we are thrown away as if we're just crumpled papers,
crumbs of the last slices of bread.
We're just another story in a big book that people don't usually read,
we're nothing but 'who the heck is he/she?' in a world where fame is more important than family.
Why can't we yell and scream and tell our names?
because we have been told not to or else they will not set us free.
we are locked in our homes,
unable to breathe, walk or even eat properly.
we are covered in fear and dust and soil of every kind,
with words that leave us paralyzed.
Why are we even alive when all we do is stare?
even dead men stare as their souls are taken away.
so isn't it better to just die and never be alive?
to stare into something more beautiful than this filthy world of ours,
and sigh a sorrowful sigh?
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
