We shall be grateful of what are we
I, one of them, indeed
I, listen carefully, walks by slowly
Thru all the mankind ever lived
Some of you speak, shout, yell, and protest
Your kind amongst us, be it
Have no idea , you think run best
Let there be only your two lips and one ear
Let mine live normally
Pray for your hearing damage, dear
You shall let me view you, constantly
My existence, your problem
Ghosts of your memory
My painless hours happened without them
Remains as bruises, you can unsee me
Labels: poetry
"God love your soul and your aching bones.."
11:23 AM
11:23 AM
I am Me, with all my courage, ego, hope, and my own dream, together with all my life, heart, my mind, and fate.. Somehow, I'm surviving, which humanize me.. Because of all the trying and struggling, sometimes I fall and some days God lift me up... 
