...

2 views

Heaven
I beg on my knees,
I whine I request I plead;
to free me from the cages,
and let fly away.
Far from the so-call golden heaven,
trust me when I say it's worse than the hell,
I grew up feeling the lost cause,
until I realise my blood is menopause.
It's a curse to loud my ears hurt,
I glare too hard, tryning not to fear.
I wish for earth to eat me up,
or rather I drown in my sorrow;
whatever way, i just don't wanna see tomorrow.
I desire for guilt to crush them,
flood with regret and pity;
for my poor being left like a kitty.


© bhavya_sheisvintage

Related Stories