Him

Him

Hello Bloggers, I’m trying to do the assignment Day 14, hope you will like it.

He sat on a room
Full of darkness
His only shadows
Is he speaking with

He tried to paint the sky
But it was so much darker inside
That he can’t see it
That he just can’t breathe

Suffocating, choked
Is what he now feels
But no one cares
For everybody is so busy

Now he goes to a trance
Thinking something very deep
I’m yet to know
What it is

Everything he does
Is wrong to you
Everything he doesn’t
Is sinful

He lives in an age of darkness
In a world full of hatred
Where, fear and intolerance
Has made it divided

He tried to heal it
He tried to write
They cursed him
That he is a poet of cries

He just wanted to write
But they mocked him alive
Maybe someday they will know
What he tried to light

Hit him with pain
And his skies will rain poems
Hit him harder
Again and again

For he’s a parasite
And no one likes one
For he tried to occupy
Whatever they have left for him

Now he doesn’t feel pain
For after all that was just a distraction
Those words, those hurts
Now to him doesn’t mean a thing

He can’t cry
For he has forgotten how it feels
For after all they were cold
That it would give one chills

His petals have already blackened
They are falling off
One by one, waiting
Until that day when all that is left is thorns

Please excuse the dust as they say
For they are nothing so important
Don’t read his poems
Its just like that he is trying to pass his depression

“He’s just a nightmare you know”
Says those who are close
He doesn’t seem to have any illness
For his illness is of his soul

He has become a traitor amidst
His close circle doesn’t love him
They have declared it today
That he is the one to blame

Life says “you have to stay strong mate
You always tried to make them smile
What more can you give
When you don’t have even your cries?”

He speaks to himself now
One may think he is mad
But after all who else
Does he have?

Its strange that one day
He has everything
The next when he wakes up
He looses most of it

He is suddenly back
To reality
Defeated
By the human cruelty

They have already labeled him
What there imaginations had permit
For a doleful trance now
Have got a hold of him

Silence is what awaits
Death maybe
One of those lambs
Who got slaughtered yesterday, was him

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