My numb body lies on the ground alone,
Is it me or just like me a clone.
I stare up at the cieling with my blank eyes,
Tied in my chain of emotions and painful cries.
Parted lips dry tongue thirsty for a sip of life,
I am hungry feed me happiness even if it's with a knife.
Eyes are drooping heavy from the burden,
It's not the sleep just exhaustion I'm certain.
Need my mother singing me her sweet voice,
But things never happen according to my choice.
My lungs are burning from the air so infected,
What else to expect in a world you get neglected.
I can see my walls but not my roof,
Was hiding in my cave took my only proof.
They don't understand world's exposture is bad,
Their taunts alone are enough to make you sad.
Enough of the critism enough of blames,
One more word and you'll see flames.
And if you fail to stand up what you expect from others then,
I say get up and show them your power women.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight
Poetry"No such thing ever shined so bright , like my thoughts in midnight." ~ Hafsa Khan •●•●•●•●•●•●•●• I have been meaning to find a right or rather suitable name for a book so that I can stuff my poems in. So just as th...
