Nea Kris

Let the pain flow

No sentiments


I apologize for such an inelegant poem, but need to vent out some steam

You know, I’m sick and tired!
I’m sick of your bull shit.
You know, it is required
To pay attention, at least a little bit…
I bring you heart, you throw it out.
I let down my hands, you send me in knockout.
I light you way when it is too dark,
You leave me alone, when hounds start to bark.
You know, I better be always alone,
Then ever chase after you,
I can be stubborn and strong,
And yeah, imagine… Fuck You Too!

5 thoughts on “No sentiments

  1. Oddly relatable…

    But I hope you feel better, you seemed to be making progress.
    Then again, your passion comes through in verse, a little venting is more than fine.

  2. Gotta do what it takes to let out steam — poetry is perfect for that. 👻

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