voice 21: umbrage.

Don’t pierce your needle,
on my skin.
Don’t pierce your comments,
on my life.

I am allergic to the world,
the world you live in.
I sneeze and cough,
at your existence.

My temper is short-lived,
like the butterfly in your garden.
My tolerance dead,
like the flowers on your grave.

I’m not apologetic for my behaviour,
like you weren’t for your words.
Don’t tell me to chill,
after you’ve set the fire.

I am so not fine,
I am umbrage.

Written as a part of the A to Z challenge, details about, which can be read here.

This is the installment to the theme I revealed here.

The world has become more sensitive than an infant’s skin…

Take care

From the not so-


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6 thoughts on “voice 21: umbrage.

  1. Very very lovely! Totally loved it. I can interpret it in many terms.. in terms of society’s ever so judging eyes, in terms of over-expectant parents, in terms of a nasty partner ..! Amazed by how you have spun your thoughts. Excellent write up!

    This is our post for U: Underdogs of the Literary World

    But I feel you should have a look at this.. Social Stigmas — something related to what you posted for U!
    Cheers x

    Readers of the Night

    1. That’s the beauty of poetry. The numerous ways few strands of word can be viewed by different individuals. I must say, you are very close to the thoughts I had, while writing this piece!
      I will surely pay a visit to your blog.
      Thanks once again for your support!
      Much Love,

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