Bind me with illustrations
Feed me that truth
Account for me that reason
That will get me out of myth.
It has been long days
Nights now has elapsed
Which ways out to weigh
I which you knew.
This burden you negotiated not
Fine days are no longer fine
Tears and cry’s all over
Which you fit in my shoes .
I am no longer
The same again
World pressure have changed me
Pleasured me to all this.
How I wish you knew
Days with erotic dreams
The world decided to rule me
Over my mind it has occupied .
How I wish you were me
A burden of no mercy has gathered
How I wish I were you
Days with no taste of life
Nights full of nightmares .
My demons arousing oddity
Busy minded yet doing nothing
Yet minds full of struggling ideas.
# Cyra the poet
#Dripping pen
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