Charitable

The life they have given is nothing more than a charity.

Emotions are unexpressive

life unbearable

Its so unalterable

destination unreachable

I’m fallible

but

that’s not acceptable

I was unbreakable

now

not even collectible

erasing past is impossible

losing the remaining pieces

now

I’m all disintegrated

no more reusable

another story

In this damaged world

every thought

Crude

every page

rough and unreadable

now

this all is pitiable

no more eligible

for this rite

these bloody tears

making it worst to bear

not suitable

to be suitable

I'm not adaptable

to get sick again and live

I deserve better

I’m not pliable

my life

the so very me

and my stiffed soul

 are not even charitable.  

Author's Note

Feel free to express..

Reviews

[Jon]

Good use of alliteration, this poem makes you think. Well done.

[Pencrafter]

Express I will. Your poem is really interesting, expressing our desire to fit into society while retaining our own identity. I like the way you endeavor to say so much with only a couple of words. Thumbs up!