Tear stained pillows
Bins full of crumpled tissues
Comfort of your own room
Didn't know the end of this doom
Problems, oh problems
Can you hear my plea?
When will you ever go away?
I'm tired, please, give me a day
A day far from your clutching hands
A day far from your drowning pains
Give me a rest, to breath
To collect myself, to unwind
If you ever have a face
I'll surely give you a good beating
So you can feel all my sufferings
But, right, it's physical
It'll soon be healed
Not like mine, emotional
Slow to heal and leave a scars
Problems, oh problems
Go far, far away please!
BINABASA MO ANG
Freestyle Poetic World
PoetryA free poem made by @moonyqua. It has different genres and made just for fun.
