![]() sunken cities in my brainA Poem by BerenThey told me to write my ideas and burn them The voices of noble women should not be heard They should laugh inside and speak with their eyes And if someone sees what is in my heart, how can I say to God "But you made all of these" I tried every kind of scream to suppress my voice I have pains, in the books of writers that no one knows Do you hear the vocalist shouting in the background in the songs that no one listens to That is my vocal I tried to sit people down and talk I served dinners to my family and made speeches by tapping on the glass I didn't expect to be understood, I wanted to be listened I lost my father, she lost her son I missed that school by 5 points, he lost it by 1 We had all lost, but our pain was racing I wonder how long it took to build all the roads in the world To connect them and ensure that vehicles can be driven safely Because, there are unknown accidents on the roads in my brain Sea overflowing to roads I'm sure there are a few carcasses There are many sunken cities and I've already lost track of them when they turned into moss But I've decided to drain the water Some engineers are needed Let the sunken cities stay sunken But there are families who need to be at home There are roads to be made and bridges to be built Is a full youth and a quarter of an adult enough to rebuild my inner earth?
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