
I wrote my will
On the margins of my life
And I didn't pay any attention to myself
When I drowned in my tragedy?
I never imagined that I would criticize my misfortunes
My soul became a prisoner of my mistakes
So who brought me back to life after my death
And forced me to submit to my setbacks?
Who do you think stopped shocking me
And trampled on some of my whispers?
My sighs increased
Do you think I sleep on my pleasures
And leave my desires
Running on my echoes, occupying my crises?
I left my sadness my throne to receive my whispers
Who told him that I am in pain
Because I waste my nights in my trivialities?
I swore to waste my breezes
But when my butterflies reached me
My confusion intensified and my misfortunes increased
So who do you think knew about my tragedy
No one smiles and leaves my mistakes?
Because I wrote my will
When sorrows killed my soul
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.


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