Challenge
Write a poem about something you have no control over and how that lack of control makes you feel.
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Birthright
It's a flaw in the design.
Chemicals bathe and rot the brain.
Pain mounts, a super nova collapsing.
Joy electrocutes, gleeful self sabotage.
Memories torment, thistles catching and scratching.
Still I can not
long for another world.
I know no other mind than this.