I live amongst torn and throngs of disparity,
Torn into a thousand pieces,
Thrown into the depths of treacherous creatures,
Significance sees not insignificance,
Filled with troublesome questions;
With no apparent solutions,
Hopeful skin shreds in multitude,
Crumbles the insides and lest suffers,
The soul impoverished,
It’s light slowly vanishing,
Brandishing a flag of surrendering,
A crooked smile, a sign poor embodiment,
The right side now broken,
Confidence must be awaken,
A diseased soul now apparent,
In the face of the beholder,
His faults are shown,
Shun into solitude,
Shone did the sunlight,
With anger and torment,
Causing the self to bleed,
The self-reliant no longer self-reliance,
Awaiting and hoping,
Destiny in destitute,
Unfulfilled matrimony,
Distinguished guests look on warily,
The earths spin against me,
A parasite judged unfairly,
He looked into the skies,
Dropped to his knees and begged for compassion,
For answers,
Or what he was destined,
To shine or to go blind;
Enshrine his soul from dreams and fantasies,
The skies looked back at him,
Kept on staring and vanished in hindsight,
I walk amongst madness and tragedies,
Where the wronged is right,
And the right is wronged
But still I shan’t waver,
Since the skies has yet to answer,
I am not just any dreamer,
Soon fate will set free its secrets,
A simple man with humility,
Not great nor mighty,
But stands in truth and piety,
His destiny was his journey,
To unearth wisdom and the self within,
He bowed his head and then prostrated,
With sincerity and his friend purity.
Till then the servant,
Will act with patience and piety,
Hopeful to walk the path to intelligence.
