Jun 16, 2011
In times, I struggle and need help,
Would you let my heart feels
the warmth of your hands,
That offer assistance and generate
a satisfaction for my well-being?
Would you listen to the ticks of the clock
That as time goes by, I'm fine and my soul
isn't deprived of the needs to stay alive,
Would you spare a minute to let good words
flood my mind, nurturing it and chasing bad ones out?
Would you care to see that I'm not drown
in the bitterness which is toxic and will
kill me slowly, a silent killer that I'm unwary of,
Won't it be painful for you to see me grasping
for dear life when the time comes for me to leave?
Why can't you see, understand and feel
What I am feeling and if the bitterness
is sweetness for you, how unfair is
the antonym that ruins one and spares another.
Letting the pen speaks,
June 16th '11
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