Poetra

A Sagittarius bow hit me down,
What’s your purpose? Is the fault my own?
Eventually, I lost my rustling voice,
Don’t believe me, it was not my choice.

Asked like anybody else, “What am I living for?”
I’ve learned, I’ve survived, and yet there’s always more.
It wasn’t love, nor was it amour,
When torn between two people, what’s in store?

My stomach is not ticklish like when I was younger,
My heart reminded me that it’s always hunger,

I got stuck in the hedgehog’s nest,
Was this a fill-in-the-blank or a normal test?
Did I have enough time to answer the questions?
Without seeing the any incoming options?

How could I see and record the future?
Now I understand this, what kind of torture…
I inhale blue and you exhale gray,
Seems empty which served on a tray

Some words are chosen from a lexicon,
To express the pain that I carry on
I don’t want to be a hero or an icon,
Just someone who can be relied upon.

Some idioms come from a book,
But the words that hurt me, you mistook.
Who destroyed me? Who got the feelings?
It leaves me empty like an hinged hook.

The world’s smallest violin,
Can you make the sounds that I want to listen?
No, for my heart is heavy with sin,
I can’t escape the pain that I’m in.

I forgot to check my investments,
Too busy pretending to be someone else, no sense.
I was preventing the systems, nonsense!
But in doing so, I lost my essence.

What a midnight rain, walking slowly,
Tears falling down, emotions lowly.
10 minutes left for the chitchatting,
Was it really protecting, or you mean hatting?

“Get in the car! It was blowy,”
Your words were harsh, your tone was showy.
Following days I cried so much,
My phone is old, doesn’t have the features touch.

My cat was there for consolation,
And he’s not aware of the population.
Nothing to offer, nothing to give but my ally,
With a generous heart, I can sing now finally.

Still, I continue far away abroad,
Trying to escape the pain that clawed.
But one of my brothers came from zero,
You dream another one who brings you as a hero.

I confess that my emotions run deep,
And I pray for peace to come and to keep.
But for now, I’ll hold on to my ally,
And together, we’ll face the storm on our ferry.

There are no easy answers, no simple way,
When your heart and your head are both in play.
But in the end, remember tray; it’s up to you,
To decide what to hold onto, what to pursue.

I inhale blue and you exhale gray,
Dreams come true you will see on our tray.