Spastic Poetry

I talk to my self
I talk with my misery
I seek freedom
I don’t find a way.
I see things around
I see the sadness
I see colors turning into fade
I see tears
I see wars
I see poor with their shaken hands
I see blinds
I see deaf
I wonder why ?
Why God has chosen to made them like that?

My eyes search for something
And I wish I knew what that was
I put words
Try to make a rhyme
sadly they dont sound like a rhyme
I am not caring about grammar
To put my words together
I feel careless
as i am ruthless now
Do as I want to do,
I feel anger
I wish I could breach what ever I want to breach,
What is the point of all these laws?
If that cant keep you safe and happy?

My life is now like my old faded carpet
No shine and filled with dusts
I wish I knew the meaning of my empty thoughts.