Tyranny

Why is it

When somebody hurts me,

Instead of hating them,

I despise existence of mine? 

Why is it

Even the smallest hurt

Makes each fiber throb so bad

That it nearly chokes me to death? 

Why do 

the most insignificant things

Become significant ones,

And are felt in my core? 

Someone? Anyone?

Do me a favor,

Or at least out of pity,

Break it to me—

How do humans,

created with love,

Sent to love,

Commit blasphemy against it? 

Despicable!

An utter tyranny,

Ruthlessly committed

Against the sanctuary of love!

-Arouba Abbas