Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The feeling of being choked is not so nice, If and only if I had a voice. Many a time I tried to explain, Through fierce thunder storms and heavy rain. I tried to say in my own simple way, To pay some heed and not let me slip away. I tried to say by showing some anger, But alas the problem seemed to linger. ******* plastic and a sharp metal edge, Wood pieces, rubber and a glass wedge. Choked my insides and caused me to dread. Did anyone ever notice the pain in my head. For years on end I have suffered abuse, And been made to feel I have no use. But without me life will cease to exist, And the haughty mans face will show a twist. Mother earth was given to us for a reason, Not to harm and subject to treason. Its time we wake up from our deep slumber, Lest we will have nothing left but to ponder. I wish I had woken up before, Is all we will be able to say if we ignore. Its never too late to bring a change, Let's hold hands and set the stage. A new beginning we shall rejoice, And put mother earth before our own lives.
0
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
I Feel Choked
The feeling of being choked is not so nice, If and only if I had a voice. Many a time I tried to explain, Through fierce thunder storms and heavy rain. I tried to say in my own simple way, To pay some heed and not let me slip away. I tried to say by showing some anger, But alas the problem seemed to linger. ******* plastic and a sharp metal edge, Wood pieces, rubber and a glass wedge. Choked my insides and caused me to dread. Did anyone ever notice the pain in my head. For years on end I have suffered abuse, And been made to feel I have no use. But without me life will cease to exist, And the haughty mans face will show a twist. Mother earth was given to us for a reason, Not to harm and subject to treason. Its time we wake up from our deep slumber, Lest we will have nothing left but to ponder. I wish I had woken up before, Is all we will be able to say if we ignore. Its never too late to bring a change, Let's hold hands and set the stage. A new beginning we shall rejoice, And put mother earth before our own lives.
musingwithmaja
Written by
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem