Without My Umbrella
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The sky is filled with grudges.
I'm alone in the middle.
No friends, no judges.
My life is merely a riddle.
How can I survive?
If this is so cruel?
Happiness can't revive.
I'm not your jewel.
My blue umbrella is not enough—
To cover all the pain and tears.
Ocean eyes seem tough.
Rain that stayed for years.
Physical death is inevitable,
But emotionally, I'm already dead.
The storm inside of me is irrevocable.
My soul, better cause, has bled.
How can I survive?
If this is not who I am?
A world without my jive—
What a lovely scam?
YOU ARE READING
Cornelia Street
Thơ caThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I finally reveal the intimate secrets I've kept hidden for so long, even though I'm afraid no one will hear them. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions I've never been able to say out loud, hoping for...
