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I am granted this life

Why? This Feeling of sorrow

Crushing every momentof mine



People long to live

No one wants to die



Yet a pain so intense

Crying of million

Wounded souls around



I feel the shreds

Pain they bear

Surviving this world

I feel the throbbing pain around

As they pray for life and some more

More of everything, nothing for sure



Every morning and every night

Like a beggar waiting on a street

Every morning at 6 A.M sharp

By the clock his morning starts

Disgises himself with a trampled bowl

As if he is the presidential hopeful

Of a country like the United States



I want to feel the feeling of a feel

As I reach out to touch

Yet this sham of altruism

Holds me back, aching!

Always held in a cage

Anxiously like a prisoner

Awaiting for his turn

On a death row



I have a heart

I feel a soul

A human, I be declared

Let me feel the demons

Let be a human

I want to feel conceited

Make me feel blasé





Nick Kler