Sabut Combien? (How Much)

Questions reeling in my head

Questions unasked, questions unanswered

The truth still remains unmasked.

No one to ask, No one to answer

Why do we love? Why do we hate?

Why are the ones our age called mates?

Be quiet with all your banter.

This thing called poetry is my safety

Write your words, clear your thoughts.

No rhyme, No crime

With ink in pot, I set my plot.

Sonetimes this sadness overwhelms me

A sadness that I know nothing about,

A sadness that has no origin,

A sadness that has no base.

A silence that engulfs me

keeps me imprisoned, tunes down my laughter

A silence itself so deep.

Sometimes i’m exhausted,

Feels like i’m growing up too fast.

Love always❤

Sophia x.

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