NAPATSORN TREESAP

Chilled to the bone on the frosty pavement 
Hiding scratches on her painful body 
Sipping suffering as the amazement 
Sinking deeply in a melancholy 

Wind of insecurity is blowing 
Becoming an endless loop of despair
A tree of trauma’s instantly growing 
Seasoning with sorrow and a nightmare

A banquet of hypocrisy emerged 
Absorbing agony deadly in veins
Acid rain turned to be a teary surge
Smoking a madness, becoming insane 

No wonder why she’s still living with fears 
Because all of us made her lives with tears

© 2022 Napatsorn Treesap