A cry in the night, I thought is worth.
Trust I tell you,
my pillow has the real truth and the quantity.
As long awaited joy returns at dawn in vain,
I disappointedly gave my head a buttress beside this shameless playground.
Yes!
No need for clear up of what a rose floret is because I hold the denotation.
Hunger would be the least to lament of because emotional distress has been my daily meal.
Oh old me, where are you?
I am almost giving up,
Giving up to this loser
Who perhaps knows it all
And again, why make the decisions on trashing me?
I ain't blaming the world for being deaf on me
I surrender!
For I am disgusted tasting the wicked world.
My heartbeats are gradually becoming too indolent to support my survival.
I surrender for my healthy fruits have been replaced with the tainted.
I surrender for the betrayal has cost me my sanity
Hunger would be the least to lament of because emotional distress has been my daily meal.
Oh old me, I yearn for you!
©jocinter
J