me, myself, and i
(a poem of haikus)

the more i see me
is the time i realize
the more i need Christ

every simple thought
that comes to this simple mind
is a cry for help

every small movement
could bring dire consequences
i cannot go on

every vivid sight
can be a nice illusion
imagination

every soothing sound
can be a muted thunder
audible muteness

every smooth feeling
could lead me to destruction
i can't be alone

this is what i am
my humanity drags me
social leprosy

i can't continue
i may contaminate you
when can this end

i need you my Lord
hear my earnest cry for help
i need you right now

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