NOT A MEMOIR

An amateur poet and his first poem related to women.

Eon, I conform for you

I have only anguish now.

Gloomy, my life is when you are around,

Every day you carve a new path for my happiness.

I restrain myself from every path in dark,

I fear you might be waiting in the corner of a specific path.

In bright, I don’t wear my favourite silk which shows much flesh,

Your lust conquers over my innocence wherever I go.

Not androphobia, originated when I was a small child,

Never imagined my jingling anklet will feed your lust.

Not a memoir, every page of the book has the same story,

Every story has a different protagonist with the same plot.

Elders taught me to feel obliged by you,

Clearly, elders have learnt their lessons from you.

Now I mourn on my dead soul in dark,

Hoping one day you will change and beg forgiveness.

I am not weak you are weak,

My hope is your weakness, and my seed of strength.

When every protagonist will collaborate to tell the same story,

You will be torn like a page into pieces.

                                                -Rana

Author's Note

This is my first poem. Honestly tell me should I continue writing or this is garbage.

Reviews

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You should and this is no garbage...

[Rana]

thank you!