Reality

Hating oneself-

Is this blasphemy,

Made in the image of

One perfect and complete-

Dream far away,

Sweetest eternity.

Can’t understand

My presence, why am I here

In a world of dust and sand?

Pain is infinity

It seems, torment reality; 

In a world of travesty 

Put on by a beaten society,

All that remains is animosity. 

There is no hope in conformity-

The worst of fears a likely possibility

In this world of tears and plague.