Pain And Misery

Pain and Misery—ZenPens

When I shut my eyes,
I see an unreal, unliveableworld,
Devoid of sense and humanism
Breathing misfortune and dancing amidst darkness.

When I breath,
I perceive the sickly smell of hopelessness. Pain. Misery. Of my bleeding soul.

When I walk,
The land swallows my feet and takes me to rugged paths with no vision of light. Space. Dreams. Peace. But of intimidation. Frustration. Despair. Abuse.

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