Notes:

This was an exercise to paint an image using the 5 senses (and possibly our 6th sense :/). This poem is a personal one, and it's about my current community in my country and what it's like to live there (mind you my country still has its fair share of good people so...) Enjoy!

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In my scorching world, words fly fast 

Before, back in our humble past, these words held stories, sweet, bitter, sour, blended emotions they were and balanced they were

Now, in this cold present, sweetness and kindness are a rarity, minds have been poisoned

Pointless desires have become a priority, so important that compassion has now gone from these people's hearts and minds 

Tongues have been sharpened, sharper than before that not only cuts your heart into pieces, but also destroys your frame even when your intentions were harmless and pure

Your broken frame? No one will have a soft thought about why you did what you did, or what situation you were thrown into

And yet, our people embraced it with open arms, thinking it's 'normal' behaviour. But still, some were forced to abide, by pretending to show love for these useless possessions so their frames wouldn't be wrecked 

No! This is suffering! This is suffocating! This is unhealthy! Why don't they realize that?! And I am forced to remain because this is my place?! 

One day, when my scores reached the sky, I was given the opportunity to choose which world I want to go to 

I seized this chance, and flew to another place, and in this place, the one where the skies never stop weeping, I have finally found peace

In this rainy world, I finally breathed and walked free

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