The unkind


Whispers of tomorrow 

till the day of the sorrow

something in the shadow

is keeping me yellow 


You are too fat 

lose all that 

you are not flat 

guessing it goes away fast 


The time has finally come 

to prove you are a champ 

something stops them at last 

they must be dumb 


''A walking dead'' they say 

looking pale and afraid

sick in every way 

filled with outrage 


I guess it's their insult 

i fear in an instant 

but it's only a rebuff 

from a ''person''  to an infant 

  • Author: Neilton (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2024 11:44
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 5
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  • Meera Mere

    "I guess it's their insult."
    It is indeed, to miss the beauty. Even the moon is cratered with imperfections. Our imperfections make us who we are, live it.

    • Neilton

      You are absolutely right.The hardest part is to accept ourselves as we are.Thank you so much for this comment !

      • Meera Mere

        Yeahh it is seriously hard but the first step to self love. I hope you get over it.

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      • peto

        Enjoyed the read
        Glad to discover your writing
        Looking forward to reading more

        • Neilton

          Thank you so so much!!!

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