As the scent of darkness cover my dream,
People around me did not even care;
All I can do is to listen my scream.
Who saw me crying as my tear’s falling;
You pissed me off and don’t even bother my purse,
I‘m tired arguing just to gain nothing;
Without words, I shout revenge as a curse.
Recognize my existence all I need;
Beneath all the mask of sadness I doubt
I was once a sinner, good soul I feed
From the sorrow I am facing through out,
That beneath my grief there is happiness
Beneath my grief, life full of willingness.
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| a sonnet (Badz Parkblue) |
