The dense agony closed in on me
Like those solid waves of Tsunami
I lay there untouched with no hands
To wrap me back into the same dress
I wore last night.
I am dead sick of this happenings
That repeats every night in my nightmares
That repeats every night in some Unknown bedrooms
I am dead with the dreams that lay naked on the bed like me
I wish I was dead but I am not
My back is bruised with the desires of someone I never wanted to be part of
My feet is as good as new for all do is lay in this caged bed
Day in and day out
I try to scream to the new faces to help me, to uncuff me
But all they could get hold of this thin dress that lies on me
Every night when they uncover me
I lose more than just that piece of cloth
Night by night I am striping off
my nakedness to a life I wish not
I am not ashamed of these bruises or scars that sticks along
I am ashamed because I was born into a world this wrong
Today I am falling again
And the only one who is waiting and wanting to catch me
Are those lusty grasps that smells of profanity
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The Unr**d
Poetry❣(Highest rank #2)❣ You lifted me And kept me Amidst the shooting stars And then when I fell for you From this place so far You made me your wish And then you Made it come true (From the poem LIFTED) ▲ Reaching out to you is like plugging my phone t...
