Don’t push people who have nothing left to lose.
There’s only fire under our feet,
we got used to the danger and pain.
We are doing it just to feel something,
if we die, we don’t want it to be in vain.
My people are now those without a home,
without a person to hold,
just bodies and damaged souls.
Beauty slipped out of my fingers,
all I have is revenge.
Unfortunately for you, I survived when
you pushed me over the edge.
The poem is inspired by a character from a book I have been working on called “Little Rebellion” and I hope I will be able to share it with all of you one day. For now, you can still enjoy my published poetry book Rehab