Captivity

It was created upon being born a holy gift

To every Mothered, fathered and brothered

To be felt as the - 'special one'

Nourished and vaccinated to live in the growing phase

But surrounded by four billion more.

I am barely another one, all of us die;

Each day Now I feel the emotions not only,

The Valleys and the plateaus never reached before the diversion;

Long lost in the fault of leaves, the remorse,

The conscience the virgin sweet hopes does

What marvelous inclinations serve as our routs

The days of sunny dune the land lost everytime in the break of dawn

Now my thoughts,

They possess me, where is my soul?

My spirit and heart is gone?

Can this be?

Armed only with this weapon of massive destruction

Under distraction of this lonely cell

That my greater imprisons can only endow to trap me

For what seems forever and failure looks me dead in the eye

Than to live this life, I'd much rather die