Short with no rhymes

M. Silva

The darkness feels terribly noisy, it eats me.

I’m nothing but a single pale kitten, bold and naked.

 

Why did they do that to me?

I wanted to leave, I planned to take a nap that wouldn't end —

 

But the man left before I got the chance 

And the women forced me to sign a contract.

 

Now I've got to stay and write this poem

Short with no rhymes.

 

And hopefully, each word I drop as a spit on one's grave 

Might make the stains vanish within a day.

  • Autor: M. Silva (Offline Offline)
  • Publicado: 1 de junho de 2026 23:50
  • Categoria: Triste
  • Visualizações: 5
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  • Shmuel

    Oh, Mr. Silva your poem is amazing!

    Hugs, my friend!

    • M. Silva

      Hello, Shmuel,

      Thanks, my friend!

      Hugs. 🙂



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