My anguish is not real,
they tell me.
They put on show, place gems red and green
From far and wide we have collected them,
look how diverse they look.
Be gone, be gone theetormentor of my peacehaunting me in my unsleepbe gone thee ghost ; Leavethe ruins of this pastmanor solitaire ; Don’t tread on this broken wooden pier.
Like the unfulfilled prayers of the freshly dead,
unseen, unheard, unresolved.
Thoughts that remain unthought when awake,
Linger on and on and on.
Insomnia is the revenge of these tortured,
unloved, unsought, gutter worms.
I was recently watching a CGTN (China state media) news segment about China-India bilateral relations. I expected to see propaganda and a biased view. But I was surprised by the nuances arguments that the scholar provided on the issue.