The Seed of Sorrow
My heart is not at ease, as much as I
try I still cannot please.
I feel as if I am not good enough nor
tough enough. !
I am burdened by these problems.
I feel so much pain, but I dare not
complain! You feel no shame when
you play these sick games, I think
hurting me is your main aim.!
As time passes us by, you have still
not stopped to realise that you
always had first prize in my heart.
But now it's too late as we face fate.
The little faith I had for you has now
wiltered as rose in winter.
These sorrows flow deep into the
depths of my soul, I am reminded
every time and more when you are
around. !
I sometimes wonder, does your
backnot hurt with weight of your
stone heart? ?!.
Copyright © Atisha Bindha | Year Posted 2014
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