The drops that fall from the sky,

just like how it drips through my hands,

having a disgusted walk through the streets

knowing no end for it.

My hands are washed away but,

OH! LOrd my guilty heart

wish i could take a sleep but, never to wake up,

wishing that one day i could run from this heartless fate, i never wished.

  • Author: IG (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 26th, 2023 01:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: i just wrote this poem, not from an experience but, knowing that their are people who have experienced it.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 4
  • User favorite of this poem: beatrix_Xx@1010.

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