By Sharika
My poem
today
My poem
tomorrow
I don’t know
If I will feel the same sorrow
My poem
can make me cry
If I look it in the eyes
I try to read it to myself
But still I cry
I stop and smile
So that my feelings
don’t burst out as if I was a lost child
who couldn’t find their way home
God, please, put that strength in me.
This poem is alone
My poem
Poetry Is a Mirror 