Am I that sorrowful?
Stepping a fragile plank meant to fall,
Am I not worthy?
To travel across oceans and be free?
I can totally see the scenario,
You cannot unsee me as a foe
For you only obtain a single eye,
An eye that sees only mistakes in the outside
A threat given with your parrot
And your ruthless machete hidden behind your coat,
Your golden tooth speaking ill of my background,
It all makes me sick, wishing better to be never found
Foolish am I to never notice,
That you, eye patched pirates are easily enticed
By your painful past that made you cold blooded,
The real pirates that never made your heart unscarred.
...Do you know pirates in your life?...
YOU ARE READING
Past
PoetryPast, a poembook I made in quarantine. It includes the whole story of the process of accepting my past and the conversion of me being a Christian. It also includes love poems I made just for a girl I adored hehe. Picture source: https://in.pinterest...
