I took my candour down the street!: A poem 

I took my candour down the street, to a point 

where I lost euphoria, all semblance of dignity 

because the humongous blocks around the 

street walked off their foundations to censure  

me, take me away from myself, my dignity, 

my self-esteem, my self-respect. Me, sacrificed 

at the altar of fake societal norms, that built 

edifices of falsities to convict me and have 

me be an over-drugged zombie. I must live with this gluttony 

of impious gubernatorial appetite that wants to 

devour the magic in me; and suit its own leverage. This land 

which I came to be, which I have no faith in, but is a stream  

of interlaced twisted evil forces wanting to take me into a 

cavernous, carnivorous ocean. I no longer believe 

I can ever be free! But being past sixty, with no stones 

of strength in my bones, I have continued the humongous  

duty thrust on my shoulders by sheer will, even  

resisting all the evil that wants to break me. How do I go 

forward when they have even made everyone I love villains  

against me. I no longer cherish, no longer feel anyone is dear, 

but with the relentless tirade against me, I sense my hopeless 

enervation, despite my mystical powers of destruction that I 

can wreak on the half-timbered wicked fortresses of this country; 

and should I beckon death to come near, because I have nowhere else to go?!