Why must my body be so tormented?
As to render this life a living hell
Hath many lived blissfully contented?
When one is but young, can others so tell?
‘T is adversity mapped...day we are born?
Intrinsic pathway...perdurable curse
Marked with a shadow that cannot be shorn
To die in womb or by inches...what’s worse?
Agony inside oft’ hard to detect
To suffer in silence...strange sense of pride
Lines on my face, expression I suspect
Effects of malaise...’T is noisy outside
Some postulate you play cards you are dealt
Solitaire serves if they feel what you’ve felt
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