If Only Words Were Clearer Than Pictures -Original Poem
Intro
Without my lips feeling guilt
Like a mother of a dead child?
Yet I wish my words aren't naked
Like my flaws; I don't have money
To buy enough makeup to hide them
Life is a cycle they say
But what is a circle without curves
My sighs and sweats hit the grounds everyday
Redefining what momma called tough
The woods now know the wretched music of my heart beat
Like a wasteful worker; they watch me sway away daily
They surely know how dry crisp leaves cry
When I stump them with dirty poverty lines behind my feet
Shall I talk of the rain too?
That burglar of my skin?
You won't know, would you?
That this water rapes my confidence
Is this what you'll call democracy?
Or it is just a demo-gone-crazy?
When the woods exile me from their borders, saying
"We know ye not ye worker of hard luck"
What will my name be called
I had a child -hope, but he disowned me
Carried his sister, Faith away
Leaving only depression to tend my sour sighs
How will I say this...
If only words were clearer than pictures
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This is an original poem written by @rexdickson
This is a poem about struggles in life and how the world(the woods) rejected the writer, friends(rain) left when comfort wasn't there yet.. He somehow strived.
Do well to leave a comment about what you think about the poem.
Merci!
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