TELL ME WHY MAMMA
It was me was it a selection , or I was destined to be.
Am I not brave enough to speak .. against the odds happening to me.
Being the victim , why is it just me to suffer ?
unlike them , I'm asked not to utter .
TELL ME WHY MAMMA
The coins flipped against me.
the beloved faces turned me down.
TELL ME WHY MAMMA
The scars don't seem to fade.
The marks seem to reside on my skin.
TELL ME WHY MAMMA
They are cherishing it all ,
and I'm the one suffocating myself as the evening falls.
Lost in despondency , you know when I found a way;
out of this labyrinth in hell,
I would never touch , feel , sense the life same ever again.
LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING MAMMA
With the setting of moon, rising of sun;
from my ashes they lay,
here I am about to say -
"they will die regretting and would end their life in dismay".
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Despondency and labyrinth are two of me favorite words. This was so good I wanted more. I find myself imagining the larger scope that layered to this moment and I really want yiu to pick up the pen and fill me in. Nice write goodread
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