In celebration of the national poetry month, I thought I should share with you my own pain over the years.
I long for the day I will wake up and not worry about you.
Your torture over the years has brought me to my knees,
I was still defiant, and strong.
Resilient and determined
Always looking up in the sky for better answer
Worried that you are a permanent scar
Open for explanation even when it was uncomfortable
The uncomfortable sweat you produced
The uncontrolled nerve you ignited
Like The tears that accompanied your torture.
You never care if I fail or not
You never even felt my palms rubbing my skirt
The silent plea that you never adhere to,
How could I have failed all those essays over the year?
You think that it does not matter to me.
Now I have something to say about that.
You comfortably watch me drooled in my fingers
You became slippery as if I was holding you
I could not have even understood you even if I try
I know the pledged I pledged with you
You continued to send rain beneath my fingers and palms.
I know you were not paying attention
This is not a dirge, but indignation.
It has continued unabated.
Like your good neighbor and accomplices
I am not angry at you
Probably you did not mean any harm
But it is my time to lament on the pain you have caused me over the years.