The Tear
Brethren,
I'm held between a rock and a hard surface.
Nothing seem to add up.
The East seem to be West.
All sides perilous.
I know not what to do.
All I tried went in vain.
I'm left with no energy.
In case I do not survive.
Put my words in writing.
Tell them that I tried my best.
The rich exploited me.
I had no opportunity to grow.
I tried...
It seem I had no friends.
All ran away at my peril.
Others proved to be frenemies.
I had no family too.
Every attempt I did.
From a frying pan to fire.
It was.
Not the waters not the air supports life.
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
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