should i
humbly praise
or merely
mesmerize
the heavy
life you named as sacrifice?
from the dark
cold womb
where you kept me custody
to the deep open wound
carved on my entire body
... i
try to understand
... my
apology, i let you down
you brought me to this garden
in hope i could find my own Eden
yet you saw me as a burden
deserved to be abandoned
somehow,
the rain preached you not to,
for that
was certainly forbidden
... i try to understand
... my
apology, i bring you down
had you stayed there, you would've seen
how this thing called burden
struggled to find the path hidden
in that garden…
wondered how
the warmth of your arms
had changed hopes into ropes
... i wished it would've turned to gold
... my
apology, i fail to comprehend
should i
humbly praise
or merely
mesmerize
the heavy
life you named as sacrifice?
@ made in poem
