Feel deprived, poor.
If not scarce,
Creates indispensibles,
Of those not meant.
Discarding onus,
The independence,
Finally the conscience.
For the amateur,
Endeavor to insanity.
For the omniscient,
A new dimension.
Untill undone lost,
World being achieved.
Evoking to sacrifice,
Wealth, Time, others,
And at worst,
The spared Life;
As he is the world.
And when lost,
Mayday at daylight;
Increased desperation,
Seeking mortality,
Solace or vengeance.
Why! i ask,
Is "love" nothing,
But mere tough?
Categorised under care,
Sympathy,pain and lust?
Or a chronic disease,
Disambiguated, "Obsession"?
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