Category : Poems

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At the early hour of today,
The rain began,
I felt the pain in me.

His thought drained me,
And i got derail,
For i could still feel the burn.

Screamed for help, see no one,
When they know you can't hurt,
Then, you become the prey.

Life gat no balance scale,
The good often get hurt,
The wicked most times get away.

I'm discomfort cause I've lost myself,
I missed myself more,
Wish the thunder would struck,
And revive the "me" back. 
©presh