Hear My Cry Poem, by Chicha, at My poetic side

The great walk of life

To love and suffer

I’m trying to send you a message through my eyes

You never hear my cries

Am I under water?

I’d do anything for you to keep your light

My last and only resort is to sit here and write

I hide in my thoughts where you’re still here

I’m cornered by my own fears

Is it getting darker?

I smile and I dance around

I manage not to collapse to the ground

I always find myself feeling sleepy

I lock myself in and now I’m weeping

My beauty is my armor

He kisses me and he tastes my pain

I recite fables to him in vain

He’s caught on to my vanity

He knows I am missing parts of my sanity

I’m getting ready for my departure

Here I am crossing over to another path

There is no looking back

Am I a beautiful disaster?

Comments +

Nemo February 27th, 2020 13:17
Very well written, heard your cry loud and clear through this 🌹
Saxon Crow February 27th, 2020 14:58
Good poem. Lots of self reflection
myself and me February 27th, 2020 16:15
Hope the cry unload all the pain. You are beautiful for sure, not so sure about the disaster part. Well done.
Goldfinch60 February 28th, 2020 02:00
There will be no disaster in your life when you write words like these.

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