I've got my remedy
For my 2020 tragedy.
Gravity?
It never holds ball the moment it rolled,
It's like a human tragedy
Plus a million pieces of calamity
Leaving disaster, what a casualty!
A tragedy, a tragedy—
Fractured bone,
Scars and stitches,
Wounded heart of a swollen lion,
Helpless cries at 12 am,
Suppressed chest at 3 am;
Head stinging and bursting!
Gravity?
Cannot feel the moment Jack and Jill tumbles,
Can't even hold a grip of fate's hand,
Painful shards scattered on the land,
Invisible red drops in my calloused hand.
Birdie ra-bee-dee, oh so deep!
It's like infinity up to the West,
Poverty dive in to the highways of chest,
Raw as the meat sitting on the chiller;
Is it rarity?
No, maybe it's rawrity as what they say.
I've got my remedy
For my 2021 tragedy.
It's been 11 steps, walks and talks
And the hardship's been paid off,
I've found a capsule of blue
That the cavity slipped through.
Five crackheads been there for recovery;
One hotdog man who's serious but jolly,
One strawberry man who seems a ball of sunshine for me,
One hot barbeque that has almost of my shoe,
One weird chicken that I can see myself through, and
One corny man who loves to throw sweet and soft mallows.
I fancy them, too soft for them,
I'll treasure them up to infinity,
I'll travel even the clear blue sky,
Thanks for those crackheads,
They're really one of a kind.
I've finally got my remedy
For my past's tragedy.
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Poetry[An Open Diary] An A'Tin's message to SB19 who saved her from drowning into the ocean of grief and for fighting the sirens of disturbing images in her head.
