I'm taking a break for a while, for no specific reason. Maybe because, I don't get as much inspirations as I used to.
Why is it that every time,
There's something that I look forward to,
Or that gives me happiness,
Is it snatched away from me,
Within moments reach?
We all have emotions,
It's alright for you,
To get angry,
To get excited,
Or to be upset,
And that matters a lot.
While mine doesn't,
It's not alright,
It's not my right,
To feel upset,
To be happy,
Or to cry.
Why?
Why am I treated like a trash all the time?
Why do people take advantage of my kindness?
Don't I deserve anything good?
Everytime they run me over,
Should I stay in the same place?
Am I destined to be miserable, always?
It's ironic,
How the ones,
You love and protect the most,
Tend to hurt you the most.
It's also miraculous,
Funny even,
How such wounds,
Heal in no time,
With no effort.
But I wonder,
I really doubt if it will this time,
As this time,
It went - too far.
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Author:
Qurra Ain (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 10th, 2024 03:40
- Comment from author about the poem: Not composed as a poem exactly. A ramble of misery.
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Comments3
Someone close has breached the boundaries. Not something likely to be forgotten. Too far is not good. Well conveyed emotion.
Thank you. I appreciate your read and comment.
Life is a journey full of obstacles, where your faith and endurance are constantly tested. Don't give and keep on trying for the reward is tempting.
Indeed. Thank you for stopping by. Your review is much appreciated.
We choose what misery we want to carry with us. When things go to far put them far away. The feel of this poem is one of upset and hurt that echoes throughout. The last line brings it to an abrupt stop.
That's true. Thank you. Your read and review are much appreciated.
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