How do I feel right now?
Like a whisper in the midst of a million screaming people,
Like an eagle caged in by multi-spheral incapabilities,
Like an innocent prisoner with clothes stuffed down her mouth, for fear of my looming greatness, and given flickers from a dim torchlight to thrive,
Like one being constantly told to speak up while everyone puts in ear plugs,
Like a mustard seed no one plants or plants and puts fire to,
Like a tank labeled fetch love with no reservoir or refill source,
Like a shattered glass that everyone still pours expectations into,
Like an eager child cheered to write out her dreams and watch everyone she loves tear it up,
Like a yellow ball in the midst of numerous neutral balls, but never picked up,
Like one who has been given the microphone but had it disconnected by hierarchy,
Like one who gives love irrespective and never gets the drippings of feigend affection,
How do I feel? Like a dark cloud, because someone would read this and be unbothered or think it's just a poem.
Like a whisper in the midst of a million screaming people,
Like an eagle caged in by multi-spheral incapabilities,
Like an innocent prisoner with clothes stuffed down her mouth, for fear of my looming greatness, and given flickers from a dim torchlight to thrive,
Like one being constantly told to speak up while everyone puts in ear plugs,
Like a mustard seed no one plants or plants and puts fire to,
Like a tank labeled fetch love with no reservoir or refill source,
Like a shattered glass that everyone still pours expectations into,
Like an eager child cheered to write out her dreams and watch everyone she loves tear it up,
Like a yellow ball in the midst of numerous neutral balls, but never picked up,
Like one who has been given the microphone but had it disconnected by hierarchy,
Like one who gives love irrespective and never gets the drippings of feigend affection,
How do I feel? Like a dark cloud, because someone would read this and be unbothered or think it's just a poem.
Deep descriptions. I really imagined it all. We all have yearnings that no one could ever understand, and when asked to voice them, for some weird reason, we find it difficult to do so.
ReplyDeleteLike a shattered glass that everyone still pours expectations into. 🙌hollering. That's a great picture right there.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love the way you expressed every feeling in metaphor. Keep it up.
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