Once again I sit,
Alone in my room I weep.
Feeling pain as it hits,
But you hear nothing from my lip.
Rivers flow from eyes,
Parting ways it says goodbye.
Cheers of joy feels like ice,
They forgot the pain that;s in oversupply.
Dare I say a word, I'll be chastised.
No one to rescue me or is my ally.
I've been seen the lowest or is villainized.
Still to no surprise alone I stand to rally.
Tonight I say goodnight,
Pray to the gracious God above.
Hope of a day to wake up from this fight,
Finally, at least peaceful like a dove.
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In My Head
Poetrya compilation of poems written through the eyes of an outsider, looker, friend, brother, son, and citizen as we go through an ever changing world politically, economically, and climate.
