Tired as the wings of a bird
Emotionally affected and pained.
Hiding and crying in dark corners
Still allowing myself to be tortured.
If you stop for a while
And look at my face,
My eyes tell a story.
Crying and weeping
With all the emotions one can feel
Trying to stitch my life again.
Like a worn out shoe,
Uttering wild cries
Like a bird in pain
Wishing feelings do not exist.
- Dhammika Chandani
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