Self doubt.

Questioning my very existence.
Talents, desires, purpose.
Roots of my imagination, why it happens what happens.
Self declaring unworthy.
Battling the mind and her thoughts
Undesirable, non talented, sans a purpose.
Utterly misplaced and confused.
Changing objectives and no goals.
Void and darkness.
Rat race becoming inhuman.
Job or die a shameful death.
Money or die a poor death.
Husband or die an unloved death.
Marks or die a loser death.

I do not want to die a material death.
I want to die a meaningful death.
I want to live a worthy death.
I want to travel my imagination.
I want to unlearn all unloving things.
I want to rain a Sahara.
I want to woman all patriarchy.
I want to be a cloud nine.
I want to be a metaphor.

People ignores the existence of some.
Somewhere in the future, that ignorance changes to guilt, pain and unbearable love.
It is in that time of life when that ‘some’ becomes ‘someone’.
When it’s dead.

Cut a tree, no big deal
Long for it’s shade, you’re more inhuman.