I woke up in the morning in pain…: A poem

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I woke up in the morning

Felt like I was hanging from a ledge

Forgive the outpouring

But my nerves are on an edge

I know that this is something one has to put up with

Every now and then, every bit

I know I am my own boss, but this is writ

And surely, one can lose one’s wit

I know I said I need my pain to feel whole

But my wicket snapped with the bowl

Torture is not what I call my pain

It is not good to have a year-round of only rain!

Nice to know I am being heard

Scapegoating what is my every word!

You know, sometimes the victim can feel

that it is the criminals that deserve the raw deal

So, while me, with no crime on my hands, has to suffer

I ask, where is the justice destiny ought to proffer?

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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