Growing up we tried to find the elixir of life on what met the eye

Little did we know that such expectations digs a whole in a whole being

What hurts us is the oppression that resides within us wearing a beautiful black garment

We often eat her cakehole that asphyxiate us with disappointments

Now we are left with broken wings to fly ourselves out of the misery

What hurt us is not what is frequently perceived by sight, but souls

Looking at the time line of what we survived depicts that we are mathematically defined

In the midst of the a.m.’s thoughts when so much of them locks us up in a penitentiary prison

Resilience becomes the prescription for ails we suffer from

What hurts us most is finding comfort in domiciling in the blizzards ruffled in our heads

And not being heedful to the prickle the geminating seed will yield

So much of dreams we have, but firmness feeds Homo sapiens with hormone melatonin

The brain’s right hemisphere embraces wrong

Now, WHAT hurts us most?