Tormented Poem by Marea Johnson

Tormented



This is me, as you will see
My picture of reality.

Deprivation.
Isolation.
Having no determination.

Body's aging
world is caging.
Satan never
stops his paging.

Tongue is lying
brain is frying.
Eyes that never
cease their crying.

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