Published by: Bianca Madeline Oloya
Date Published: September 15, 2022
Time Published: 9:15 am
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Category: Poetry
Theme: Social Issues
How can I not feel distraught?
It feels like I've fought for naught!
Does it matter how hard I work?
When in every shadow out there, they lurk!
Distraught! even those close to me—
Afflicting one with hidden misogyny.
My entity, tearing apart—
It seems I'll need a second heart.
My principles cannot bend;
Even if it means losing a friend.
But I'm not one to bring about ruination.
So, please, proceed with caution.
He needs not to be deserted;
I shall do all I can 'til he's converted.
But how can I do so? I'm not assertive.
It seems I've lost—he's far too distorted.
A contort way of thinking—
A delusional man who acts like a king.
Oh my, what can I possibly do?
Clearly, he's more than I can chew.
I've been fighting just to be defeated this badly;
How can I beat what lacks a body?
"He" is not a person.
"He" is the thought that only ever worsens.
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