Never did I will, To that day, I was born anew.
I feel so good, always, Yet I suffer too— Not from disease, Nor from poverty, Neither the sickness of the mind. A dilemma is this kind.
It was born out of necessity, In the darkest season, a certainty. Insecurity, negligence, rigidity— A party so infuriating, All just for the sake of conformity. They asked me to seek some well, Found nothing but this disconformity.
Rising like a nearby neem, Sour, never meant to bloom? To every new bloom, I pad up as a seeker, On every reach, darker and darker, this world I found. I laugh at the humor of life, Never did I find the will to die around.
To gain every bloom I sought, Rejection, harshness, coldness, every disease I found. I laugh at the humor of life, Never did I find the will to die around.Ironically, every other time, I still seek, Watching, learning—continuity I found. To this day, I continue to go around.
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An Escape
PoetryAn Escape! Not the First! I know won't be the last. But this one was fruitful. Cover Image by Toa Heftiba https://unsplash.com/@heftiba
