Mental Torture

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I am subjected to mental torture It blackens chances for the future I loose concentration and behave abnormal The show remains pathetic and dismal Nothing remains on my mind I am unable to find What is wrong with me? Why am I not free? Heart feels heavy I feel so sorry It is full of worry What have I to forget and carry? I have suffered a lot So many times I have fought You were upper most in heart's chamber Now I try to forget and at the same time remember The storm has lashed shore The destruction is heavy and more I go no where to explore It is futile to think therefore I am drained and shattered The whole situation is altered Sweet drams have turned into dreary nights I don't know what is wrong or right I shall move on with correct decision That shall be almost final with precision I have long way to go on this journey As has been designed by destiny I am not the lone traveler So no one can forecast as fortune teller I speak for no one and may not like others To interfere and force me to bother

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