Victim
I lay on my bed with my eyes closed, listening to music, without motion, paralyzed before.
I can hear the sound, sound of the rain. Seems like many people are in pain.
My room is dark without a candle. My mind is thinking, thinking about people.
People who are waiting for their loved ones. Are afraid of the anger, anger of a victim.
It’s raining after a long time. Perhaps, someone was bearing the pain for a long time.
Lightning I can see and hear. Perhaps, someone is giving explanations, by crying.
The injustice he faced had severe repercussions.
But still no one cares, everyone has alternatives.
He will calm down one day, consoling himself for life long.
Carrying the thorns inside his heart,
This will give him pain,
And one day again it will rain.
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