The Inferno by Gustave Doré, 1857
I feel like a non-person, I just exist
A soulless body, feelings that are mixed
Drought in my heart, clouds and mist
Exhausted, tired, cannot resist
To forget what once could have been fixed
With an embracing hug or kiss
The aim for normalcy, an endeavor one must desist
Acceptance required, for the mind to rest
Of self-delusion, long rejected, refused and dissed
About the Creator
Mohamed Sakhiri
merely for self expression
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