Behind the wall of my smooth chest,

Within the cage of my ribs,

Consists a constant, persevering and piercing

Sound like the creaking of the rusty gate.

“Stand up! do something! work hard!”

My heart screams brutally daily,

Not aware of the war at hand,

Not aware of the earth’s size in my brain!

Can’t you tell that my hands are tied?

Can’t you tell that my prayers have become

Only but words before and after sleep?

Can’t you tell that I am abandoned?

The sun no longer shines to testify to the beauty of creation,

In my world only but to mock and judge me,

For how long will my previous dreams,

Be a cruel reminder of who I could’ve been?

My scream is no longer audible,

I move from here to there

Up and down without an eye to pay attention.

My world is too tiny and I am locked in the barren soil,

Only in there am I buried alive!

“Unfortunately your application was unsuccessful!”

These are my annual greetings,

Year after year while I got all it takes,

Rejection has accidentally locked my mind into it’s center,

Will I ever be released?