The barrenness of life strangles me with its force,
Its ineptitude to gratify my appetite speaks of the misfortunes I’ve had;
Life has neither offered be friendship nor enmity
But has borne wilted flowers, and fruit gone bad
Life treats me as if I were abducted,
A kidnapped soul to be deprived food of the flesh and food of the mind,
There are roads and valleys and crosses and bridges
But I can seek only solace, but rarely solace I find
Crossroads lead to dead-ends, which lead to back-tracking,
But I am tired and my legs are weak;
The moon is missing, the stars are feeble,
I can hardly see my own hands, let alone see what I seek
No one offers a friendly hand, or a kind word of comfort,
They are content to censure me with skeptic looks of disdain,
But I do not wish for their approval or their sentiments,
All I want is release from my incessant pain
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