Shelter above my figure, not for the other
That clicks his cups and pleas for rescues left unheard
Silently brushing issues such as this under the carpet forgetting the sleepless nights on their dear friend cement,
Shrinking even more at the mercy of this world
Now they transforming to a pebble just kick it one more and sinking down bellow
Insignificant their soul withering to be noticed yet voiceless they became
A notice above their wrinkled toes praying everyday
To see another day
To see a shelter called home.
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Decaying and Reviving Hope
Poetry#3 hot: #Reviving #1: wattap #1 hot: #wattpad Collections of poems and short stories exploring the different conflicts impacted and collected within her memory. An opened door to my sorrow and happiness, to my bitter-sweet affections that were hidd...
