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one Year's measure
I staggered fitfully with emotions
on an empty stomach
yesterday.
A year ago I wiped my blood off myself
that you caused by plunging
a knife in my chest, and again
in my back.
Some months after that,
an unexpected measure was made
to distance myself from everyone,
friends and family alike.
Half a year went by,
not one person heard from me.
Not a peep, not a gesture,
all done to minimize the pressure.
You've stolen the fabric of ease from me,
without it I've no shelter.
The discrepancy of who I presumed to be,
and who glares hopelessly from the mirror.
Much faith needed to be restored,
this is my plea for today.
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on an empty stomach
yesterday.
A year ago I wiped my blood off myself
that you caused by plunging
a knife in my chest, and again
in my back.
Some months after that,
an unexpected measure was made
to distance myself from everyone,
friends and family alike.
Half a year went by,
not one person heard from me.
Not a peep, not a gesture,
all done to minimize the pressure.
You've stolen the fabric of ease from me,
without it I've no shelter.
The discrepancy of who I presumed to be,
and who glares hopelessly from the mirror.
Much faith needed to be restored,
this is my plea for today.
© All Rights Reserved
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