my story isn't short
if i want i can go on and on
rebelious is who i am
and to question false beliefs
am the first to stand
like the stray dog crushed under a car
i'm begining to see my scars
i've turned to crack
i keep no track
like the sudden spasm of pain when your veins are entangled
i feel the same when am questioned
physically am weak, emotionally am wrecked
i've become phelgmatic
spurned a million times
but like 'phoenix'
I’v risen again
Everywhere I wander
No purpose no goal
Just me n my mind
Going places to places
1 comment:
So Miss Arora is a poet eh! Never saw that coming...
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