When I look at the bottom of a glass
I see despair
My life in crosshair
My soul needing repair
Not one nugget of happiness to spare.

When I put my ear to a cup
I hear hollowness
Lament of loneliness
Cries of emptiness
Yearning for happiness.

When I touch my skin
I feel pain
Years of no contact
Parched by neglect
Scarred by hurt of reject.

When I take a whiff of air
I imbibe putrid smell
Rotting dreams in an old well
Bubbling emotional stew in hell
Enslaved body in a slave ship cell.

When I taste food from a spoon
It feels regurgitated promises
Swallowed pride
Abandoned bride
Hopes dried.

All five senses failed me
My want for freedom jailed me
Invention of a sixth sense bailed me
No one else but I hailed me.