Disparagement 21: 42 Poem by Selina Tan

Bleak Lies
Breaks the preoccupied
The Eidolon that is I
I manage to survive

In earth
I am the one
Which lies between
A child
And its inevitable hell

I
quintessential flaw of humankind
The angst of demised
Of denied

It ran
Five times out of nine
The first was divine
The last
had me almost free

Death is a strife
A pickled art
The testament of freedom
A testament of life

The world hates me
I hate it as well
death is my dream
Death is my rescue
like everyone else