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Ahead Of Me

Piles of care and Piles of distress extend ahead of me Until they reach the unknown, Piles of pains and Piles of sufferings expand endlessly Into unknown worlds of oppression, Piles of sadness and Piles of loss expand and extend without borders Until they reach the endless worlds of my imaginations, My whole life consists of Different piles of different kinds of human tortures That never leave alone even for a moment, I'm in a turmoil of care, of distress, Of permanent pains and of sufferings As if no one else in this world except me, I'm covered with the sufferings' blessings That surround me from all directions, I live in an endless world of torture on all levels Simply because our life wants to wrestle with me all the time, This world of ours is cruel and is unfair As long as I'm suffering on all levels, so I'm still having some power to resist till the end.

Thursday, July 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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