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THE WORM IN MY HEART
My heart is now almost dead,
I have no shame to say.
It’s eaten by the worm of
Depression night and day.
My life is but a long night
Without a ray of hope.
I need now only a stool,
A hook, two yards of rope.
They can’t know my pain, for them
I need simply a shrink.
No one realizes that
I am just on the brink.
This pain and this helplessness
Is beyond tolerance.
Why should I live and for whom?
Death’s the only riddance.
• Written in abcb rhyme, 7-6-7-6 meter
M C Gupta
24 August 2008
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