O mother!
For what purpose have you thrown me into this world?
Where man cannot admire, yet they desire for all.
Paper is valued over life and knowledge is diluted into 'opinion.'
...
O Lord by the mountain and sea!
What fate have you for me?
Hurl upon me death and tragedy!
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I'm just another guy that reads and writes literature to wash out any pent up emotion. Poetry is a love hate affair with me. I truly love'feeling' poetry and being moved by it. However, I hate, with all my heart when it is analysed. My very bones shake with frustration when people cut apart every sentence for techniques, just enjoy it!)
Purpose
O mother!
For what purpose have you thrown me into this world?
Where man cannot admire, yet they desire for all.
Paper is valued over life and knowledge is diluted into 'opinion.'
If accepting this conditioning is what it means to be human,
I choose to stay a beast