They are making fun of my grief,
Saying you appear so tense,
They know the reality,
They are the ones who pretend,
My condition is that of a lizard,
Half dead and half alive,
People like ants are biting,
As I am being robbed of my life.
Pain is so much I can't express,
What if these ants also bite,
Pain+pain=pain,
Anyway, I am to be robbed of life.
Eat me away, Eat me alive,
Everybody has an appetite,
Anyway, I am of some use,
Whether dead or alive.
Note:- This poem was written way back in 2005. Today I thank God for bringing me out of it all. Yes, dear friends, pain is always unbearable. Yet God gives us the grace to bear it all.
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