My story the untold
My story the untold To unfold I am cold I’m so weak, I can speak I can’t leave with this pain Many questions, many wishes When can I get my answers I only said ‘hello’ to deceit And here I am back on the street Cheering at my predicament I watch they that called me to this I watch them and wandered What should I feel Are they insane? Do I help them? Or is this a trap set for my loss Is love this wicked? Or is it foolishness? The ones I love Has laid me to sleep iterating each moment To find my mistakes Is it my gesture, or laughs Is it my care or kindness Is it my sacrifice or risk What has caused my early dusk In this pit of shame The love that hate has caused me my crown The haters of love has plucked out my eyes
Allwell
Founder, poet, and curator of Allwell Writes.
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