Anger (a poem)

Nobody could make me see, sleep, and sweep
I stand here, face the cruel age
Lay under the shattered sky
Waiting for the falling stars.

Make me limp in the dimmy dark
Nobody could rise me up
In the sadness, through out the day

Someone who I want most
To kneel here and kiss my feet
I’m sure god would give his pardon to you
If only i die in other day

It just ashort poem, but has deep meaning inside. Keep the good work! (nadia Nurfadila)

Published by Dimas Prasetyo Muharam

a sociopreneur, writer, blogger, digital marketing expert, freelance English translator and interpreter, and desire to be a diplomat of Indonesia. Send your contact to [email protected] View more posts

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