Suffer
All the time he cried;
Tried controlling his eyes.
Sometimes his veins did burst
Into rhymes of his pain's word.
Is he strong
Or does he suffer the dawn
Trying to break his back?
Attitude with that he walks
Knowing that he is a failed box
Is like chilli in a chocolate bar.
All rights Reserved (c) Zaid Ali Ansari
This type of poetry is beautiful in that it describes and convinces it's audience about the surroundings and more.
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