Me and the Creator

Oh you Creator!

Yes, Speaking.

Hope you are fine.

Yes, I am.

What's your job?

What you just called me.

You suck at your job.

Why do you say so?

Because you fucked up my life.

Are you still Alive?

Yes, The Last time I checked.

Do you have both legs?

Yes, The Last time I checked.

Do you have both hands?

Yes, The Last time I checked.

Do you have eyesight?

Yes, The Last time I checked.

Can you hear everything?

Yes, The Last time I checked.

Are you an orphan?

No, The Last time I checked.

Then you have no right to complain. Just fuck-off.

Realization

One thing in my mind

that gives me a wind

is that I didn't mind

letting someone grind

my soul to the ground.

My life.

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Broken eyes...

My tired eyes are burning,
the twinkle is lost in tears.
The little part of my soul
which peeped out through my eyes
has withdrew so deep into itself
there isn't anything left
to show it was ever there.

Unwinding...

I want to voice my thoughts,
to let everything gush out.
But it's as if I hit the droughts,
there isn't anything to let out.
The worst feeling in the world
is when you can feel the pain,
but cannnot spot the wound.