Poem : Hesitation

HESITATION
 

In the dark room when night

No voices or noises that fight,

Fight between two expressions that might

Blow my emotions so tight

                And defeat my kindness;

Each expression said I am your good side

In bore I said “You all are not my good side ---

Yet you just guide me to either side

                And kill my own happiness”;

No choice or option that could adore

My countenance, Now I feel a great bore

And a great damage in my bosom`s core,

No pills or skills that can heal my bosom`s core

                And cry is the only cure, but I cannot.

Spit—I spit my eyes to heal this feel

The uncurable disease that bind me still,

But no proof or evidence that fill

                My question about this heartless plot.

Stood in fear i made my move forward

To think why i become this coward,

“Cry isn`t an option” I said; “it`s an award

That may push your depression backward

                And express your real entity”

Suddenly i realized something important

That might change my life so relevant,

“It must be my emotion” Said I, “the sealed giant

                that confuse with its identity”

Back into my comfy seat I sat

To warm this feeling that getting upset,

So then I said“It must be about my heart, I bet! - - -

Or a lonely hunter that may have no pet,

                Yes! It must be about my heart”

So I closed my eyes hastily

To ease this doubt so easily,

Hoping and willing so badly

                To end this unsolved part.

Then i heard a sound whipering

From my left ear wondering,

And haunting my only thinking thing

With a frequency that may disturbing

                And may disturb my sanity.

“DIE! SHANOLAPTHOXTGHA!” Grew the Voice,

My heart sicken-- “I am just a lonely fish--

I have no fortune in life, or a granted wish

                That may interrupt your activity”

Then I saw something levitate

Toward me, something that mind cannot create

Its entity by any reason except by fate,

“How?” I Said “How you come here without bait?

                Or something that may lure your existence?”

“Loneliness, molest me . .”The voice said in high tone

And painful frequency that chills my bone,

Bravely I said “is it wrong to be alone?

How this poor soul grew your abhorrence?”


 
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