IT Searches For Me

Take No Fight
Not the outward appearance
The manner be short of sense
Rising rebellion’s aim
Not beyond pain itself
Only how the arrest conceal
Even a pang of grief

Not your positive response
Only your effort to embark on
My undemanding emblem of desolation

Lay your hands once more
Give Sorry’s one-sided justice
You’d throw me outside the yard of ache
Let me fly yet I lose even a single tear of my character

My lone soul left without any scar
But it hurts more than a fresh wound

Are you Dimness who makes tainted things hidden
Yet felt consuming splendid room for hope
Or
Are you there
Because you just have to subsist

I
Demand not to see

I
End my thoughts of you through this

Done, yes I am for the last note of my breath

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A second post for today. I just felt the need to share that poem which I made earlier. I don't have to lower myself just to please anyone. You asked me what seems to be wrong. Straightforward you heard my words but not together with the feelings attached to them.