Poem without a title

I was born stupid

And God insists to teach me wisdom

days He is sitting by me, years

adjusting my guts, memorizing in my ears

deposing His treasures.

why Lord?

why are you separating me?

why are you giveing me such pearls when nobody wants them?

what is the point here?

to keep it in the drawer? To be looked like a fool?

sitting beside you in this magnificent, breath taking hall –

nobody cares.

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