how to hide my secret of grief,
with wet eyes, burning heart & aching soul?
does my passion for enjoyment,
match my condition unhealthy?
my passion or my disease,
which one is more blameworthy?
you spent life in bliss,
with grief unknown.
what about me, full of agony
& all alone.
when night fall with darkness deep,
& the world is fast asleep,
i lay awake with unsteady breathe,
& my aching heart makes me weep.
helpless i am, what if i am wealthy?
being wealthy or unhealthy,
which one is more blame-worthy?
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