Where does the engraved sadness lie?
Is it all the people that,
I lost along the way,
Or is it the things,
That I was promised,
Which remained intangible,
Does it come from all the drizzling nights?
When my pillow was wetter than the wet soil,
Or is it from all the ruined birthdays,
When I have cried more than I have ever laughed,
Perhaps it is because I have always given,
Expecting returns and never gotten anything back,
Maybe it emerges from everything I have shouted out loud,
To everyone I thought would care,
But they too came up short,
Only to say that I should not be this sad,
Is it from the fact that more often than not,
I am the one most clueless about,
Why I feel as devastated and irreparable as I do.
-Antonio did not understand either.
-Oyin B.
I feel like in life, we feel certain things that we are unable to explain, this serves as one of those. Please vote,comment and share, if you can relate.
Have a great day!
Love,
Oyin.
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
