Debility infuses days
Discolored morality
Climbing the
Clenched soul
At nights
Of my lower mind
My inferior soul
My poorer core
Nonetheless
lacking fineness
revealing my own self
A weakness-full-of face
Not caring enough
For no one
certainly not for one self
Judging lefts & rights
Have I become?
undisciplined soul
makes me carry
this non-glorious self every step
ignorance violence
faults
if i knew my own definitions of right and wrong
that could help
confused although
can't see the light
or don't know what is light for myself
but I don’t
when the dark spots started to grow
when did these crooked principles
were plotted?
Was it on my bringing up?
On the traces of a damaged dna
I call upon
Since doubt on my own
Believing am mistaken
Seems the only way
To a path of humility
And interior peace
That I, since born I long for
Poor of soul
Weak and mean
Is not among the human race
i undergo low for them
feel this day
everybody seems more radiant
too valuable (in a righteous sort of way)
to be my friend
between 4 walls of coldness
me alone to cure my own miserable soul
seems to be the way
the self inflicted bounds
of a lower woman as I am today….
"As for me, all I know is that I know nothing."
Socrates
