A lifelong companion, you’ve always been there
You have no compassion, you don’t really care
I take a sharp blade, try letting you out
The harder I try, the more tentacles you sprout
If I scream out in anger, will you leave me in peace?
Are you done with me now, please when will it cease?
Too many long years, just existing alone
I didn’t choose this body, but it’s mine to atone
If I call out softly, will you come rest in my soul?
I think I’m now done, with digging my hole
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An insightful rendition on deplorable life at its lowest ebb, written with clarity of thought and mind. Well crafted with rhythmic splendour. Thanks for sharing.