When you called my name
and told me this,
"You are now belong to the
Communications Department."
"Pack your things and go there."
I cried for reconsideration.
Telling you, I can't stay there.
But you insist, opening the door
for me to leave.
My heart is heavy.
My eyes got weary.
What kind of world I'll be facing,
once I stepped on their floor?
What Did I do to deserve this?
What am I?
Who am I?
Mixed emotions disturbed my mind,
Asking for clarification.
With a sudden decision made,
I lost my precious gem.
With a tiny box with me,
My tears went all along,
My hands got numb,
unable to hold it anymore.
For the very first time,
I felt betrayed, ignored and denied.
Knowing this is my Comfort Zone.
I don't know how to handle
my limitations, and being placed on
my one and only Discomfort,
which is.........Communications."
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Don't Settle
PoetryStories came with a title. They don't let you indulge on the road that seems no direction at all. To continue, you have to be precise to where you should be going in the first place. Once settled, the description of the story itself, must coordi...
