Sitting at the edge
of servitude and suffering
I have pounded my flesh
into every word
I have to say
I have carved my scars
on a beautiful canvas
My hope has shattered
like a glass
My voice has travelled
a long way in search
of her lost song
My screeching voice
has hurt
my broken throat
Cold sweat
has broken out
of my swollen flesh
YOU ARE READING
BROKEN WORLD AND OTHERS
PoetryWhen we look out now a days we see how people are struggling with life and how people keep on oppressing each other. I am a new writer. I hope you like it 🤞 you are free to criticize me and correct me on the thing u see wrong with it but please...
