Picking the broken pieces of fragile vase I once held in my hand
Blood was oozing and trickling from the wound which pained me all throughout
Who would have thought I'd end up wanting to burry myself in the sand?
Who would have thought that my voice still wasn't heard despite how hard I tried to shout?
I've been hiding, following you secretly like my existence has to be concealed
My chest was pumping hard, watching you near me makes me shiver and sweat so hard
That strange feeling building inside me, unfamiliar and new, something I once killed
The reason why a towering wall kept me secured, fighting against temptations like a strong and dreadful guard.
I don't want to ruin myself again, to cry at night and woke up smiling
Acting like nothing happened before and pretending to be alright
The river of tears is enough for me to stop and shut the world before it turned to me with lies and false-hope that's nothing but suffocating
I couldn't even stand before, yet I still tried; and now, no one's gonna ruin who I am, for I stood to win an endless fight.
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Amidst the Pandemic
PoetryA compilation of the author's personally-made literary pieces during the quarantine period. Poems and essays that are worthy to be given attention because of its message.
