I CAN'T SHAKE OFF

 

This, I never believed;

The turmoil sprouting seed

Of sorrow and bereave. 

My body burns like hell

As my heart continuously rings like a bell. 

After a decade of masturbation, 

Doctor said my prostate

has gone into damnation.

He said no child would pay me a visitation,  

Only if I see the God's salvation.

I tried to make a sigh, 

A sigh of relief,

But it is turning to grief. 

Shall grief's bitter cold sadness 

Consume me

Like a winter storm 

On the vast angry sea? 

How can I fill the void

And deep desperate need

To replant my heart 

With hope's lovely seed? 

I can't shake off

How my mind is drowning into the

Ocean of sorrow;

How my life is about to turn into

Sordid bane of burrow!

Myself is forcing itself to leave me, 

While my soul is dragging me,

To stop me. 

I think God has forsaken me, 

For this sadness is not sweet;

It is bitter.

©Tgenetics