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.
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Autor:
M. Silva (
Offline) - Publicado: 1 de junho de 2026 23:50
- Categoria: Triste
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Comentários1
Oh, Mr. Silva your poem is amazing!
Hugs, my friend!
Hello, Shmuel,
Thanks, my friend!
Hugs. 🙂
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