I want a blanket
To hide myself.
The mocking whispers
Chase me everywhere.
The ridicule,
The contempt,
I the butt,
I am the branded.
Dignity lost.
Credibility too.
The little esteem
Bleeds within!
Regrets fill my eyes.
I wish I could
Turn back time
Towards the innocence.
4 comments:
It has been quite sometime since I came here. This was real poignant.
Simu is turning into a poet I guess.
deep dude..... liked it... but i really can't picture you writing so dark.... nice... :)
Too good !
very well portrayed..
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