Our Childhood Voids
could be dying tomorrow
Death would be a heart piecing arrow
Fading away from the very core including the bone marrow
I should be dying tomorrow
My smile shines every hour
But its the heart that needs power
Breaking into pieces by agony
I laugh
I laugh so loud
Until the only voice heard is mine
Mine,pain
it has been so intreached in me
As though I am the reason it exists
Mine,anger
I am so angry
I am angry I did not have a normal childhood
I am angry am not having a normal womanhood
Mine,love
Its intense to me
Yet blocked to them
Mine,pain again
I cut it out of me
Now and then
Mine pain again
Its in my bloodstream
I should end the circulation
Blue skin,no breathe
Dreams do come true
Mine,no breath
In tears they are
Its tomorrow morning,
Gasping
Twiching
Suffocating
Am dying
Dying from Mine
Mine pain
Mine anger
Mine love
Mine pain again
Mine pain again
Am dead.......
Its late tomorrow
Pulse...
I re-born.
Copyright © Rahaba Mahomaile | Year Posted 2017
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