What was my crime?
Day 11/30: A series where I write a poem every single day for 30 days.
Losing again, all over again, why does it happen to me?
Why does life hit me obstacles, everywhere I see
I wish to become a dust particle to set me free
Or maybe a withered plant, small part of the tree
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Why did I fail again, what was my crime?
Did I hurt someone and pushed them in grime?
Why, Just Why? It's never ever MY TIME?
When would I feel alive, when would life end the climb?
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I'm starting to think I was never meant to be there
'Cause I keep tripping over every step of the stair
It's almost the end of everything I could bear
Life hasn't been easy, I don't think it did me FAIR
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A/N:
I'm doing amazing, and I don't have the GIVE-UP energy... It's just a poem that I wrote, thinking of being someone else.
About the Creator
Maryam Batool
Turned 18!
I'm a storyteller who loves poems, fiction, and romance. Creativity is my constant companion. I take joy in turning thoughts into worlds. Writing is my way of exploring life and connecting with others
Life's HARD, trust me! I'm already a little tired. But, I gotta live anyway!
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Comments (3)
Deep and meaningful, but glad it is not how you really feel. 😉😉
This was filled with sadness and grief, it was such a creative piece of work!!
I'm so happy that you don't have the give up energy. Your poem was so sad though. I loved it!