I’m losing sanity amid a noisy crowd
where indifference gets no place and unliked.

Unwellness in flesh and spirit always comes to a man in due time,
the certain blue.

Outlived and Outcast. Weak and Sickly. Poor and Lonely.
Blue has come over me now.

I ask one more time for forgiveness.
To let go. And to let me say goodbye.

DING YAHYA