I stand by the mirror and ask myself
"what is your worth?why do you cry?"
my self I see staring back at me
showing me worth that is what I be!
When I touch myself I dont feel the beats
Everything is static but the pain repeats
My heart filled with blood, pours it in my hand
People see it as darkest of the sand
Dont I fear myself when this all i see?
this is just a glimpse of darkness inside me!
its really a heart touching poem and indeed it is very rhythmic. i love this poem. keep writing nice poems. all the best.
Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon