Whispers of Verses.
Poems by Agum Manuella

A Child's Cry


In the shadows of silence, I stand alone,

A heart heavy with words, carved in stone.

You compare, you criticize, yet do you see,

The child behind these eyes, longing to be free?


I wish you’d left me, when the chance was there,

Abandoned, forgotten, lost in despair.

You wanted perfect, I could never be,

Just a burden, a soul you couldn’t set free.


You gave me life, but is that all?

For food and money don’t catch the fall.

I’m drowning, gasping, in a sea of pain,

Your words, your actions, drive me insane.


You say I’m strong, but do you know,

The weight I carry, the seeds you sow?

Suicidal thoughts, like whispers, they creep,

While you sleep soundly, I weep and weep.


I’m a child, in a world too vast,

But you forget, my pain, it lasts.

You threaten, you scold, but do you see,

The broken spirit you’ve left in me?


I try to be good, to make you proud,

But my cries, my pleas, are lost in the crowd.

I never meant to hurt or defy,

But sometimes, all I can do is cry.


So here I stand, with pen in hand,

Begging for you to understand.

I’m not perfect, never will be,

But I need your love to set me free.


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