The Sensitives

I still owe some entry...

Futsal, pandan, payang and some March activities...plus April and May

Oh yea...psychopath test as i promised...thanks for remind me, my psychologist wannabe

Try to make it before April but....twister comes from nowhere...

and suddenly....there it was...my bad entry for april...

not a good start ait...

luckily no one make a FOOL APRIL at me...

But i did to someone...hehehe...

orais...actually i found something....

coz i alwaz seen this so juz to share to my "pok" fren...

something juz for share

Sensitivity should have no part in me

The sensitives are mashed down and used up

Oh how easy a careless word or thought

Can devour

The little seed of confidence newly planted

The tiny baby shoots

Self esteem

That has persistently persisted

Pushing through the dry

And desecrated earth

Have now withered and died

The sensitive heart is shrivelled

The blood of vitality

Dried up

The vessels, veins and arteries

Friendship

Have all constricted

All that remains

Are dust

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Life begins

But ends unexpected

With a whiff

Has diminished

To stale vapour

All because of heightened sensitivity

Thoughts and ideas

Suffocate

In the throat

No more can differing opinions be broadcasted

The tongue is parched

The fruit of knowledge is scarce

The sustenance of life

The pure water of creativity

Has been replaced with vanity

And politically correct speech

No longer will the thirst of curiosity

Be quenched

The Sensitives

Fear confrontation

And are found in the dark corners

Of forgotten rooms

Among desolation and hopelessness

Afraid to speak out

In their God giving tongues

Accepting wrong for right

Instead of truth

The enemy has won

Before the fight even commence

The retreat is signalled

The Battle lost

The fallen and dead are left to the rodents and scavengers

The rest are begging for a quick end

But none can be found

Love and compassion

Now

Non-existent

All is lost

Bitter laughter resonates

The sensitives’ heads are bowed

In pure shame

By ALS Simmons