One scar,
Two scars,
Three scars.
The evidences of my intense battles
against the one who belittles.
The voice calls from my brain,
and hurls words like hail rain.
The thick iron bars cage me,
and traps me in the confinement of my body.
My soul begs for mercy,
but the voice has no decency.
It whispers for me to take a blade
and dig it in like a spade.
My body unconsciously follow,
my heart being a hollow.
I persistently plead for someone to listen,
and when nobody does, my eyes glisten.
These scars are the evidence
of everybody's purposeful negligence.
They are the scars of yesteryears
that I inflicted upon with my shears.
Even now they aren't that rare,
because the voice is still there.
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The Stars That Never Shine ➳ poetry
Poetry❝The stars that never shine are the ones with hidden radiances. They are ceased to be sublime, as they watch from faraway distances.❞ ↝ My stars they shine, but nobody looks for it. Copyright 2020 © Felicia Chen Zhihan
