I've been labeled, been tagged in a hurry.
Garments worn on me which were not flory.
yet none has cared to listen for my side.
Yet, have they not stripped me bare of all pride?
I've been sentenced by a cold mass jury.
They have at my back written my story.
Yet none else was there to see how it went.
Yet it's from none of them was my life rent.
This is the crux of a loner's worry.
He stumbles and there's none to say sorry.
To tell my tale, I mount me on soapbox.
Shedding the light on it, a million lux.
You might guess that it's scary and gory,
But no, yes no, you don't know my story.
Excellently worded, good rhymes but we only know your story after been reading that. Good point! 5 Stars full score and much much more!
nice poem, beautiful end rhyme, that has enriched the poem, thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very pensive hauntingly beautiful write. Touches the heart of the reader. Rhyme, rhythm, choice words, phrases and imagery complements each other. Profoundly emotional.5 *s
Thanks for the comment