Distress Out - Poem by Kezang Dawa
Why I was born in this world
Into a broken home?
I wish I could have died
Before leaving the womb.
My life is a jock: a living tomb.
I've searched high and low
Through the window of my world.
To find my long lost mom and dad.
Where are you?
Have I been had?
Set apart, my heart feels spread.
Oh God! Help me find my folks and
Free my soul from all unspoken,
I may as well not be alive:
It's like living without light.
Poem by, Kezang Dawa (Driver)
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