Struggle. NaPoWriMo 2018. Poem 16



•make forceful or violent efforts to get free of restraint or constriction.//
Then there are days,
Days when I decide to say nothing.
You will ask me what’s wrong,
And I won’t know.
Instead I will weep.
I will weep for the stray dogs
being alone without a soul to take care of them,
I will weep over how the trees may appear naked
without their green leaves on it.
And how the sun may feel lonely,
In cloudy days during rainy season.
I will mourn for lost ants, spiders, honeybees, butterflies and every living.
I won’t hesitate to cry.
For in such days I don’t live,
I struggle.

NaPoWriMo (16/30)