In our every day living people who surrounds us slowly discover what's our personalities, favorites, likes and dislikes but those are half beyond the truth. We can't live in guessing but we can pretend by keeping what's the Hidden. I am talking about feelings here . This poem is a way for us to realize that listening others heartfelt is appreciative and significant . Have you tried in your life where in you're about to blow up because the temper is rising but you are able to handle the situation with calmness?When someone is acting like a deaf then he lose the chance of inspiring people especially to the needy ones?
The Hidden
I scream to let them hear what’s hidden but they can’t.
Words were delivered but can’t make a complete sentence.
Feelings were expressed but it was rejected
and a fought shown but forgotten.
Now I am standing covered by my shadow but still I’m lost.
If only things can be “if” then I’d rather be.
A cracked shell, undiscovered dusty past and messy present.
Coughing those pains and driven by revenge.
Stand still so feet will rise.
Pride widen so there’s a sword to be proven.
A brick handed for worthless hand
A white that will always be and black that can never be.
Voices of conscience sticking to justice and reality dragged to lies.
Folded mind and ironed with hopeless thoughts.
I was chained with talks which knock me.
Cycle ideas run through within.
Wind blows, I felt it then I let them but they couldn’t.
Try to be me, hide and ride
Thanks @gohenry
Kanindot! I love the posing! Pede jud ta kuyog te pag picture picture. Magkasinabot jud tag maayo hahaha
Hahahahaha na mauwawun kaayu ko mo posing Lang kung walay taw ehhehhejehe