IT ENDS

it begins 

expectations and anticipations

then the cry of a new born 

smiles on the faces of your negotiators 

been born without your permission 

it amplifies 

family, lies and ancestral trauma 

latching on the shoulder of your naivety 

a world of chaos and doom 

you, a blooming flower sitting amongst thorns 

it persist

torn in between what I’ll be and become 

mental limitations and environmental degradation 

constant headache and anxiety 

life has already orchestrated my downfall

it heightens 

pain, love, eclampsia and PTSD 

constant struggles in accepting certain fates 

what I never bargained has come to stay 

why am I human?

it ends

when you draw your final breathe 

from cradle to grave 

all amounts to nothing 

what is the essence of existence?

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

6:08am

13 July 2026