Slave's cry.
poem by:
Aditya Chandel
Written
on Feb 04, 2014
Slave that's what my name is. Born into the world of misery, and somebody's original sin, people around must have been smiling when i came, but it was just me crying feeling lame. I grew up into this thorny world of disguise, but i never expected more then just being nice, dear love! dear father was I so bad you couldn't bear me. Trapped in cold winter storms, and a feeling of ice age around, I cry for hearing at least somebody's whispering sound, all I ever find are my small little microbial friends, and I stay fragile begging lord for mercy. I grew up into this thorny world of disguise, but i never expected more then just being nice, dear love! dear father was I so bad you couldn't bear me.
Tags: sad, depressing, pain,
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Cindy Nguyen commented:
Interesting! I like how you rhymed and was just sticking to the main idea!
Emily Armstrong
commented:
I love this poem. It really touches on abandonment and the words are very powerful.
Roxanne Dubarry
commented:
You were rejected by your own father! I am so sorry! Your poem is beautiful!
Christopher Russon
commented on Nov 15, 2017 at 5:43pm
Excelent poem I can feel your sorrow.
