Bad Experience

I am are here
To collect some buds of humanity
After being chased to the alley of drought
Morality was corrupted
Mentality is suffocated
Many were falls
Into the trap or entrapment seems so tantalizing
Coming
Pouring like a rain
But scaring the soul of my kindness
To the gate of doubt and prejudice
Compassion is wounded.

poem by Malaya Roses
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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