It is a different kind of oppression

At this time I don't know how to open up without feeling judged.

To keep my head up, but it is hard for me

Pills and therapy are prescribed

To make it easier for me, now the pills have taken me

The bleakness spread all over

She felt difficult to breathe

Don't know where to go, the nook of the bed hold her.

You locked me in your bloody arms

To make me a loser, but you will not last

Now is is trying to explain the MYSTERIOUS PAIN 



  • Author: shayra (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 18th, 2023 21:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this when I was in melancholy A part of my life with grief ❣️
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 5
  • User favorite of this poem: Bobby O.
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  • Bobby O

    The mysterious pain. That says a million things. Nice piece. Good prose w nice rhythm w nice balance.

    • shayra

      Thank you so much

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