Existence…
The moment you enter, in this lonely heart of mine
A shield yielding its protection,
Giving enough strength in this endeavour,
While shouting for truth, justice, fairness and equality.
Subsistence…
Opening the eyes to reality,
Feeding the little minds of mistily knowledge
Still wooly, still inapt, not understood
Light and give away to my lost journey.
Tormented…
Sadness… overpowering melancholy,
Sweeping through my veins…
Still asking this murmur besides this empty chair.
I can’t feel you here…
Beleaguered…
With such feeling that I can’t understand.
I just need that hand that supports…
Still no one understands…
I just can’t seem to find it.
Lost…
Struggling…
Besieged…
Conked out…
Wiped out…
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