DEPRIVED
Pains nurge my eyes,
Agony throbs my thighs,
Affliction chokes my breast,
Anxiety grips my chest.
My head beats rhythmically,
What can free me physically?
These pains flog me brutally,
Casually, I glide into misery.
Being deprived of my feelings,
I fight free of these dealings,
They curse me my freedom,
Only can I be set free by wisdom.
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