Change Poem by Sparsh Jain

Some serious dysphoria is talking over my conscious brain;
Sending currents of blasphemy waves.
Bones are cracking and the body is aching.

Swelled hand and swimming currents.
Meditate? Why not.
Medicate? Like always.

Money is not the problem,
Been begging, borrowing and stealing for a long time.
But now, you think of change.

A change, which the broken soul has been crying out for long.
A change, but will it change anything at all?