My heart dysfuntional,
My brain delusional of all thought,
Devoiding gallantry,
Enraging vain,
That even giving others pain,
My body ached,
Visualizing the insane that I was,
Metaphorically,atrocities in me were at gain.,
The cloudy and hazy fog,
That once put a block,
Had swept away,
I changed my conceited and prejudiced self,
The only thing I got in return,
Was ample of hurt and poignancy to repair.

How did the wild wheat
Survive the sheep
Shorn grass

The wild rice
Survive the
Buffalo graze?

And how did this small boy
Survive the
Dysfuntional family,
Calamitous friendship

And the obligations
Of love?