society clipped his sprout wings
tore down his walls
rummage the pockets of his knowledge
bared his gifts
disapproving eyes melt his confidence
accuse "he is a son of a devil"
a virus ripped his bloodstream
at his tender age
unwanted intrusive thoughts
crippling his brain
the threshold left him
accuse "you are a problem of society"
no way to transcend and defy them
severed wings could not soar anymore
not knowing of his past past
internal hemorrhage rocked him
almost took his life...
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