MY ANGUISH ENKINDLED ME ALIVE

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If I were ashed by fire,

Liberated from:

This earth,

Fiery hearth,

Avaricious heart,

Earthly art,

Torment of aspiration,

Sinful frustration,

Lively battles,

And numerous obstacles.

Unexplained hidden dreams,

As a few light beams;

Floating on bloody heart,

Tumbling is quite peart,

Got inflammation,

Out of prevention,

Getting pains,

Melting in veins,

But not completely,

Just a torment only.

Ashed by extreme mental distress,

Incomparable with physical stress,

Mentally, hard to bear,

Visually, an ocean overflowing tear,

All these confer me melancholy life,

Hard to rid, venom of brutal knife.

If I were chopped by any sword,

I might be tolerate its pain,

I might be express it in word,

I might be treat its pain,

But unexpressed mental stress,

Why don't let it me out of depress?

Chopped by own avid aspiration,

Incompetent with often tension,

Mentally, bloody war in brain,

Visually, dropping tears in drain,

All these confer me melancholy life,

Hard to rid, venom of brutal knife.

If I were afflicted by anyone's cuss,

I might be tolerate its impact,

I might be shun such fuss,

I might be consent it as a fact,

But unshared wistful feeling,

Why don't let it me thrilling?

Afflicted by own inner desire,

Incompatible with outer desire,

Mentally, heartsick strike in ticker,

Visually, bloody tears in eye-corner,

All these confer me melancholy life,

Hard to rid, venom of brutal knife. 

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