I grieve, yet I know not of sorrow,
I hurt, yet I know not of pain,
I mourn, yet I know not of loss,
I’m weak, yet I pretend I’m strong
For what was I born to this world,
For what today am I still alive,
For what can I not find meaning,
For how long more must I to strive
No scar nor wound,
No bruise nor blood,
No sweat nor tear,
No trauma nor illness,
So how can I feel sad?
For what was I born to be so weak,
For what did I think that I was strong?
Oh how I wish to turn back time
Oh how I miss when I could smile,
Oh how I miss when I could rage,
Oh how I miss when I could cry
Afraid to live,
Afraid to die,
Afraid to decide whether to live or to die
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Author:
StarL07 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Before anyone asks I'm completely fine I only partially wrote this from my own point of view, I just thought there may be someone who relates to this
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Put your trust into the hands of God my dear,you will find purpose
very well penned and a harsh reality that
attacks humanity, many, sadly, succumbed,to it during the worst of the pandemia, I guess they felt the way described in the poem and they off the planet, sadly...
Dahlia Vitalia
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