Poetry: A sadistic act (Vector Animation)
In the morning come the night.
He says I'm a vulnerable human being.
Weak, too severe, unable to fight dark.
Hated cold and considered a burden.
Dotted dust and considered rubbish.
Cluttered cloud made nervous.
Made embarrassed and whipped.
Feel the bustle and the worst.
The heart is churning.
Be left behind love? Certainly.
You know what it is? Raising the feeling of pain.
As if the mountains were erect.
No smile.
No sweet curves.
Only the crying.
Created a sadistic love
I'm just still waiting for morning.
Hope all back and nothing happened.
Note:
This is my old work, about a year ago. This illustration I made for a short story of a writer who is my teacher also in writing short stories in Indonesia.
Illustration exists because the short story is themed "sadistic". But on my post this time, I just wrote a short poem about sadistic deeds according to my perspective.
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