My world was gray,
Bruised all black and blue.
I stood alone in the dark,
A prey to be pounced upon.
Like scavengers they came,
In all different shapes and sizes.
They tore apart my identity,
Ridiculed and humiliated my only dignity.
They tampered with my morality,
For sake didn’t spare my individuality.
I stood there silent listening to the wind blow,
While they shredded my soul to pieces.
With eyes closed I transported myself,
To a world far beyond.
Every color so bright and pure,
For even gray brought in hope.
The air so crisp,
Filled my lungs with life.
The sun so warm,
Made my blood flow.
For this was my innocence still intact.
My World, My Euphoria…
I like Aldo's suggestion. I'd also suggest Torn Identity. or simply 'prey' You really explore the dark underbelly well!
The title is The reality of my world I think that title is good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for your suggestions. I choose Black and White for depicting both sides