Coward
Will sugar even be sweet, or flying even be great
As this heart, be consumed by hate but can’t even vent
Imprisoned in a flesh, a pathetic flesh
Gifted with a melodious voice but can’t even manifest
Oh! Such cowardice
Coward I say! For allowing thyself to be caged
Because of fear of showing thy rage
That people would utter such remark against thee
Well I say, let them be!
For such brilliant thoughts must be heard form thee
I told the mirror as I compose myself
Ready to face another day.
Copyright © Yzzy Leign | Year Posted 2018
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