Stripped of any brilliance,
my humanity laid bare.
My mind like a desert,
my soul like a tree – no fruit she bear.
My Soul she’s beaten,
like tempered steel.
My minds wit sharpened,
No can steal.
My existence questioned every day,
From the beginning as a bae.
Dark thoughts especially selfish ones,
I have yet kept at bay.
Why must I endure all this suffering,
All this searing pain.
All I long and would have been
Happiest at being nobody but one paine.
Free me from this entrapment
My soul and mind are struck you’ve seen.
I long for pleasant waters,
With my family somewhere in the scene.
– Jijo Alex K
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