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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Friday 1 June 2018

Cry to the world

Cry to the world 

Go ahead
Cry to the world,
Post it up and let them see your misery
Many will see you weeping, 
A handful will relate to your grieving, 
The mass will swipe right up onto the next thing.. 

Go on,  
Cry to  the world, 
They can hear you, but nobody is listening, 
Their ears are muffled because they too are troubled,
They are broken pieces: a jigsaw, their puzzled, 
Trying to build new worlds on their phones 'cause they can't face realities' struggles. 

Go on, 
Cry to the world, 
Where many look like they are glistening, 
But if you look within it's sickening, 
Theirs hearts are aching yearning beckoning, 
Yelling for some good ol' loving but
their desires are unrequited because no one understands them. 

Go ahead
Cry to the world, 
Where minds are burdened seeking pardon,
Where it's like a rose-bed yet really it's a thorny garden, 
And there's no virtual clips to chop and nip the thorns 
But still you're out their on patrol like it's a cordon but no one can bare your burden. 




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