Burden of a Child

Birthed with sorrow and anguish
Maturate in absence of engendered;
Ruthlessness in his heart that lingers,
Tears in his eyes gushed like morning dew.

My heart shed bloods when I see my mother cries,
Suffering from burdens induced by my father-
Construing mother’s barefoot with thorns,
Nothing to do but weeps-

I remember that day as clearly as I can see today.
Sadness and despair washed over me like sweat on a hot, humid day.
I lost all touch with reality--
My heart, mind, soul, my spirit, suddenly just gave up on life.

Despair and anguish were like an infection running through my system. Hopelessness and thoughts of being a failure were lies raging within my very soul.
Brimming over with decadent burden and sorrow-