ONLY CHILD

I was born from the womb of a lady ,

who was strong enough to behold my troubled skies.

When I survived, though I survived, 

I felt like I have gaslighted my eyes. 

Since then I kept curling back to her, 

singing rhymes of one season, 

after I failed at the very last one. 

I desire to live a life so destined ,

but I also desire to live a life so unlivable at the very same time,

but as I am fortuned enough to not die .

 I function on my bed to sleep on my pillow at every single night ,

and not spill a word of mockery for my family, or my crossovers in life ,

as I feel like dying the every other day. 

Maybe because I am writer, 

I paint catharsis over the kites, 

I sneeze sunburns on sunlights. 

I feel so safe and so unsuccessful at the very same time, 

feeling am I the lost potential of my parents and my unborn child

 Am I their only unsuccessful child?

 But I am really their only child.

 I have graduated from one of the most prestigious universities of my time and look , how unemployed and unblooming is my profile.

 God forbid, I would hate my only child, 

God forbid, I would possibly never have an only child.

 I would never let my fears fall on my favorites, as I might commit suicide.

Leezsa