In a dark cell of the mind, one is blind
Waisting time in matters which we can't define
Ruining oneself on the thought that one wants to rewind
But time is gone and has passed
Only glimpses of happiness and the fear that they won't last
Refusing to take kindness from brightness
Settling on the comfort of darkness in sight as the eyes pinch together with tightness
"There's nothing left for me." One says, like one deserves all that is less than righteous
Feuding with oneself and all that is around
Like one knows better and refuses every bit of sound
Stubborn as a stain that quickly tarnished, like the enemies confound
What can one do in times of sorrowful concern
Mortified, looking on as helpless without a place to turn, not that it would help the one who is belligerently firm
Getting tearful as one sees nothing but the honest attempt unearned
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ŞiirRandom poems, nothing special. It's more of a hobby when I'm bored or have something on my mind. It's just a bunch of stuff I originally put up on mirakee. There's more on there than here because I get lazy to put it here. You can find me @ see_less...
