20/11/2023
I tremble through the storms of the dark yet I behold no bruises...
In a strange an lonely land I walk step by step, how I maintain the right part is a mystery and story to be told ....
As a little girl what do I know...
When my storms are greater and louder than the voice of my cry....
I keep shouting and shouting but to no avail,
Behind the Vail there is a mask in the dark, nothing seems to be clear....
What a life ....
The more you look the less you see.....
Now I'm scared
I'm Scared of those I thought I know....
They will call you my Nega...
But they are the ones behind the trigger....
There faces are like two edges sword...
They run to you asking for urgent 2k....
And they will be the first to type Rip when you are no more ...
Be careful with so many I love you.. because there are more of I hate you in their I love you...
No more shall will leave by people's opinions...
on God
I want to go back to my poem writing
Drop your comments on the comments section if you like and understand what the poem is saying....
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