The sky is bright, the sun is hot,
the wind is blowing with rapturous sound,
But in my heart there reigns darkness
and pathos all around,
My life is under the burden of
self-imposed responsibilities,
Noone is there to share my overwhelming sensibilities,
I'm the messiah
of my own disease,
My vivacity fades my pain grows,
When I try to defeat or nearly cease.
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You've done a good job, expressing what you feel. I thank you for inviting me, to read your poetry.