This is a poem. Because I said so and I know so. And… I chose so. Because I have something inside of me that needs to get out. And all of you are here to listen, click and shout. To lend an ear. And I have something to say. I am here. I am broken. And I am not ok. I am not a poem. And neither is this - - It’s the logical leftovers, the souring facts, the silent screams, which are finally clear… This life we live is filled with choice. And here is the choice I chose to choose. To love, to hate, to care, to forgive. A dangerous activity – if you care to live. As he shoots up, cooks up and Blackens his soul. Why do I follow? and why do I fold? That thing that's in me that I'm choosing to share. It's living inside of me and continues to care... I can’t shake this feeling, So here I am now. Please lend an ear and tell me how... To let it all go. To let him suffer alone To move on and step on without the one I know, Whose loved and, raped and steeled and hurt me so.
So here I am now. Please let me go. This is a plea Not a poem. Can’t you see? I am broken. I am lost. And I CHOSE. THIS POEM, THIS PLEA. So please – If you've heard me. Help Me. OR NO.
Because this is just a poem And it will do nothing but float. On the ears of those who do not know how But care to listen And that's all I need now.