I made this poetry when I knew that project work made by the company worked with, was about for being a cut-off. So i created this poetry for my boss to make him know that he is not alone to struggle of this occurrence.
Pen is shaking over the paper
Bag is full of burdens
Mind is overwhelmed with the noise
Mouth is clinging to silent
Get the head up and breath it down
Fall to the knees to find the answer
We are here stand still
Yet, you are not there to try
Needs to be strong
But it could be wrong
Try to understand
Difficult to interpret
You are our anchor
when we are drawn
We are your light
while you are a black
Stop to awake for rain
Nothing can be done
Find you in the midst of smoke
Verily awful for us to see this
Why you ran away from?
How we meet each other?
As long time goes by
Glad you are ours
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Money makes pleasure but it may be a tragedy.It is indispensable for human life. .
This is another effort from me in which i have talked about the people who cannot speak..Hope you will like it!.
A woman's fire builds with vengeance when she's forced to dive into icy waters. For she is the fire trapped within ice.