Unborn Laughter

They who pretended to have known love, without fear and shameless to the sight of my God have grounded me, not for weeks, not for months, but ahh, who knows? what’ll come next, into their mind! At this moment of time, I now huddle in the pangs of solitariness, d’you know? I’m hapless and sad, makes me sick. And, I hardly concentrate nor think anything good, about them. O this terrible, heinous crime that’ll happen, gnaws my soul for I am sure, I felt it, I can command the air that they breathe, with so much laughter--- Damn, how could I not have known!? But, I heard well the sound of love and endless swearing, to give me the best in life, a future, yet my folks have killed me without mercy, cutting my link to the outside world.