In Reluctant World’s arms

There is not a lot I know,
Nor is there anything great about me, to show,
All that I know, about me, is how I feel,
How, every small thing against me hurts, and how long it takes to heal,
How there used to be, at one time, the whole universe in me and more,
But, All I am now is, inside, totally empty and, outside, painfully sore,
Yes, I know what is happening whenever I am used, and cheated, for anything I am worth,
And, oh! how stupid, and pitiful, it is, of me, to think that it, at least, gives a meaning to my birth,
All I know is how every last straw I hold onto, for anything, breaks after sapping all from within me,
It’s like my stomach is hit by somebody’s fist or, a very hard, knee,
But, no, I don’t know how to bring out these tears of pain from within me,
Or when this world will totally embrace me or let me go free.

Jayaram Guda

I am an introvert who is always told to get a life, to find a girl or a friend. If I got a penny for every time I was told a get a pet, I would be a millionaire. I am just a software developer, living miles away from people who love me, searching for the meaning of life and what makes me happy. 8 years on, I haven't found the answers. Joke and laugh I sure can, but deep inside there is chaos. So, if that reflects in my posts then I apologize.

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