Published by Samantha Angelica Salaver
Date Published: June 6, 2023
Time Published: 1:30 P.M.
Category: Poetry
Theme: Agony
Three o'clock in the morning,
I was awake by your guttural cries.
Pleading for help...for someone.
Someone that could ease your mind.
I am only seventeen,
Clueless on the life machine.
Yet why am I at its mercy–
When I have done nothing but plea?
Oh, to be naive once again,
To this world full of immorality.
Kinda cliche but a reality—
In the game of sorrow, pain, and corruption.
Once these eyes closed and sleep befall upon me,
I'll remember this with the same ferocity–
Of a child in an abandoned street,
In the middle of winter with no penny in her pocket.
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