What makes me, ME!

What a day it was,

I couldn’t see a thing because

I was blind in your eyes.

I wanted to rise

but the sun

was at the horizon.

It was the dark sky,

which didn’t know why

it was so blue.

For some reason I knew,

I was falling upside down

and there was a scary clown

holding my hands.

Nobody understands

Why am I part of a clutter?

and the society dwells in a celestial gutter.

What makes me a goblin?

and the thick blood wears me thin.

What was I and what I am now

I cannot say how

life takes its twists and turns.

Scars heal and bruises burn.

Why are smiles so expensive?

and life is meant just to live.

Where’d all the moments be buried

if I’d never succeed

to make my love count.

Why is power so paramount

when I can’t undo the past

The space for faith is vast

spread like an ocean in my heart.

Am I playing my part

well enough to make poetic justice

or am I seeking for an immoral bliss?

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