Poem : Hesitation
HESITATION In the dark room when night No voices or noises that fight, Fight between two expressions that might Blow my emotions so tight And defeat my kindness; Each expression said I am your good side In bore I said “You all are not my good side --- Yet you just guide me to either side And kill my own happiness”; No choice or option that could adore My countenance, Now I feel a great bore And a great damage in my bosom`s core, No pills or skills that can heal my bosom`s core And cry is the only cure, but I cannot. Spit—I spit my eyes to heal this feel The uncurable disease that bind me still, But no proof or evidence that fill ...