Your sailing somewhere there
looking and mocking at me
did you ever look closely?
to your worries
that are boulders
why my seems like pebbles ?
you sit afar,
watch over bleed
like water flowing by
my sweat and tears never bring you pain ?
why don’t you shed even sigh ?
I sigh
I cry
to the words you taught,
seems blurry with time
that finger that took a walk
my falls entrusted
but now it seems insecure
every fall and rise
seems an accomplishment
why you call it cribbing
stern at fall
never looking at the rise
a ruin yard
a broken skyscraper
merely dying under sky
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Comments1
our coping methodologies can differ so widely
appreciate the empowering message
voicing our struggle
will always be a beginning to finding our solutions and escapes..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Comprehending the words…and reflecting the same in future….thanks always dear Mek….
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