She is useless
They tell her
It might be true
But she wouldn't know
How would she?
All her life-
Deemed to be unworthy
Unworthy of life.
Yes, she had a bit of temper
But piling rocks
On her shoulders
Never helped.
They say,
Life goes on
Yes,
It goes on and on
In an orchestra
Of sufferings and burdens.
Battles fought against oneself.
Crimes done, kindness given
To survive
It makes us who we are.
When guilt grips us
And we feel like falling
From the top of clouds,
And when we feel like
Soaring through the sky
With eagle wings,
That is when we know
What it feels like
To hope , to be , to live.
They say she is useless,
It might be true,
How would she know?
She was put in a cage
As soon as her wings bloomed.
She doesn't know
What living and hoping happily
Feels like,
She was put in a cage
And deemed unworthy.
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Pixels
PoetrySomewhere in the deep dark that resides in me - there exists a part of me that yearns to let it's feelings out. And what lets out ones feelings better than poetry? So here I have a few poems that I have written and consider worthy enough to the eyes...
