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Priya Sharma Poem
Deep a down,a cut there is found,
A large burn is impossibly wound!!
If not now,then when will I speak!?
Or just waiting to get another past on my cheek!
Why there are scars all over my skin!?
Deep inside my eyes are hollow,within!
There's a layer of pain in my every curl,
Am I the same,that shaded girl?
I wanna figure out the noises of my heart,
Again choose to be the smile of that art…
Miles and miles down,I feel the pain of beyond,
My nerves are cold,and beats are unable to respond !
Somewhere in the middle of the hour, I seem to be in peace,
My expectations ,to the winds are now decreased!
The crack in the bone ,and shiver in word,
Still clear eyes,but images are blurred…
I want to breath in the fresh warm air!
Again let them swing and dance ,my shiny hair!
I want to make castle's out of those sand again,
Let the waves of the beach ,wash away my pain!!
Still wanna look into the mirror and hope for hope,
Just waiting for someone ,to pull me up with a rope!
Somedays I wanna believe the good in that coffee table,
Wanna check all the taste of the menu card,
And life to be stable!
I want to have conversation with stars and roads,
Looking at the street bulb again,fused and glowed!
Don't wanna be the one,who's always accused,
Behind the blues of my skin,
Why am I so bruised!?
Copyright © Priya Sharma | Year Posted 2022
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