Workshop Poem:Disaster

Bad evils are flying in my stomach. Inferno is burning out and reaching its apex in my heart. My nitpicking mind is calculating the pain of my innocent soul. The devil is dancing on my head and making me untamed. Shadows of my inside evil is blocking the lightning way of my cheerful life. The lingering quench of my anguished soul for living happy life is some how being suppressed by the shadows of my jealousy and peculiar needs. My internal happiness is resting in peace. My lips expands to pretend as I am smiling but my heart is shrinking inside. My ears and eyes are working as spy for my mind which diverts my anguished soul. The thirst of living happy life has been knackered. The hope of changing the world has been smothered. The smoke of burning inferno inside my heart is being converted into tears and they are finding their way out by making my eyes as their exit door . Is this life? Is this world? Is this the law of nature?