Death of me- Poem by swara
POEM- Death of Me There used to be a part of me, Innocent and also sweet, Didn’t know about the world, Full of negativity, Having all my empathy, For the world that doesn’t need, Just so eager to stay neat, All in front of living meat. Gave more than enough to be, Thinking of the courtesy. They did not deserve any, So that part is dead in me. Where to bury or cremate, Sadness for too much at stake, So I eat and drink that flesh. Just to find myself in state. Had some therapies and healing, Still cannot forget the feeling, Being betrayed by traitors cheating, I did not see, kept them feeding. Didn’t think it was my fate, Troubles that wicked men gave, Somehow, I just got engaged, To step back, was pretty late. Soon or late I realized, It was too much compromise, I should have been minding business, Not for others, just for mine. So I killed that part of me, Which others used well to shine. Fools think it's over for ...