I SURRENDER
My brains are in tears
For the muscles are in pain
While my head gets bulkier
As it’s loaded with thoughts!
The thoughts be evil
Yet I’m not demonic
Neither am I obsessed
For I’m depressed, stressed en oppressed!
I’ve the shovel
To my luck the ground is wet
Digging through the soil isn’t hard
For six feet it must be!
Resting in peace be my main thought
For I’m tired of taking every blow
Every blow that life throws at me
It’s high time I wash my hands and conceit defeat!
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