Poetess: A Nuisance to People

in this world where people talks in abundance

she turn out to be a nuisance.

no one ever give her a chance

to speak up her thoughts and essence.

in the midst of the crowds,

she’s avid to scream higher;

for she, was bursting with motley burden.

yet, she couldn’t loosen her pains

and purge her messy mind;

for in people’s sight, 

she could be a nuisance.

inside this covering shell of me,

her gullible soul shattered sharply—

bloody and couldn’t be free from agony.

currently in a state of melancholy,

she could no longer live enthusiastically;

for in folks perspectives,

she’s nothing but a nuisance to everybody.

blissfully, she found an accompany.

and that is, her beloved poetry;

now, she can enunciate louder and howl higher.

turn into a goddess of sailing metaphors.

and become a poetess—

a poetess who writes and express.

—bleeding_ink