Laughing stock

Laughing stock

A Poem by August

Why do I always go back to that same page
where I feel like a laughing stock inside a cage.
Why did I do it all? Who was it for?
All I wanted was a little love waiting for me inside those doors.
I was late to realise that none of them were opened for me, not a single one.
Oh, yes. I was their laughing stock..

© 2023 August


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One day door will open. Knock continuously..

Posted 12 Months Ago


August

12 Months Ago

Was that door really meant for me if I had to force someone into opening it?

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Added on November 14, 2023
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