A convulsed sobbing can be heard
a broken man can be seen
in moral combat with himself
asking questions to which there are no answers
the source of his tears, anger and fear
Control tries to set in
as ivory sinks into dusty peach
rivulets of trickling crimson the price paid
albeit too high for it is tainted
he knows not, how this fear entered
He was brought to an establishment of healing
what seems eons ago now
lost in the mist
but he remembers, for his body was broken
yet his spirit stood
Strong, immovable
now the spirit has withered
a pile of dead hopes
within a fleshy carcass
watch closely, as he slowly fades away
A singular among plurals
isolated yet part of a community
scattered abd beyond the horizon
all living with fear
not only of themselves
but of what action causes
the slightest mistake, spreading
learning to cope, survival
Secrets of those who are dead
kept from the living
a burden caused by stereotype
resulting in ignorance and hate
How curious this fear can be
for among words
it is microscopic
among people
king of giants
Three letters and a positive mathematical sign
Are its entirety
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