What is it, that I want to grasp?
I want wholes, but nothing's intact.
Couldn't do a good job at hiding it either,
Could never come out any cleaner.
Got desires, dreams and all those fears
Kept pretending for a long time that I didn't care.
Been my own comfort, my own pillow for crying,
Rubbed my aching self, to eleviate the pain I tried
Mistook my own heart for the clapping of the thunder,
Thought it was just rain when my whole self was going berserk.
Never want to expect, never ask for anything
Want them to understand and roll with my symphonies.
I smile as I wonder I'm lost anyway!
And then ask myself, what's wrong anyway?
I've retaliated enough for the hope of it getting better
Faced repurcussions, never been too clever
Been judged and then they tell me I'm smart
Enough for the gain of my own pain,
Not any longer am I gonna take it to heart!
It's a curse to see through facts and their faces
Nobody seems genuine, there're no real cases
But am I? That question always fazes.
What's bothering me, I gather all of it
Huh! It wasn't ever intact I'll bet on it.
I'm trying & I'll figure something out,
Been through hecking rubble, will swift again,
WITHOUT ANY DOUBT!
Cennet Nur - 04. 03. 2020
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Emotions In Verse
PoetryA collection of poems that are imbued with my ephemeral emotions. A tintinabulation of my heart's desires, strengths, weaknesses and what I want the world to see in me and themselves. #35 in verse out of 2.25k stories Constructive criticism is appre...
