A11 #NAPOWRIMO


A11.

Line by line,
I tore my life,
written ink with stains,
blotted my life in pain,
the sound that comes from society
rebels my mind so mighty,
I thought to pull the trigger to kill,
But I have a will to live.

I will part it away,
those people who storm blasphemy
and gasped all money,
staying hungry and calling saints,
look at those who are living in despair.

My wounds are young,
so is my spirit.
“I want a sonnet like thee”
One day I will write it.

 

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