by: Izzah Ismail
A tale of a child, so grim
yet so wild. Looking for peace of mind.
Even for a beat of pulse,
Amidst the screams and rubbles,
of emotions that crumbles
with nowhere to cascade all the vehemence.
A tale of a child, so bleak
yet so bright. Looking for a place to reside.
Even for a blink of youth,
Amidst the ill-mannered and uncouth,
wishing for a life away from feuds.
But left unaided with wounds,
inside houses without roofs.
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