#WritcoPoemPrompt122
Someone has asked you a question,
That feels far too personal,
It's only a first impression,
You might be completely wrong and irrational,
Well you are ready to listen,
So I am ready to be the host,
I am just a person holding no grudges,
I let things pass by,
I am not ambitious,
I have no friends,
They didn't left me,
Because I was too easy to use,
I left them because I knew it,
I am towards God,
I just want to follow him,
But when I look at my family,
I try and try and fail and fail,
Because I don't have desires,
What desire should I have?
I ask this question many times,
But I want to be a needful body,
For the family that hold me,
I don't want myself to be wasted,
May it be 100 days or one day,
To prepare for the battle,
I want to fight and ready to fight,
To fail again and win once,
I am feeling like my soul is all ready,
To leave my body,
The death God always stands besides me,
And always ready to take away my soul,
I want to pressurise myself,
Like I never did in my life,
I want to achieve that one thing,
For the one's waiting for it,
And for the one's who worked hard,
And I just want to die with a plate,
I just want to be a useful asset,
An asset is what is the word,
Just one time O God.
I was pushed many a times,
You know a soft heart is being used,
And it cannot win easily,
It takes that heart years to be ready,
And to pick up the sword,
It just unfolds the mystery.
It just unpacks all the world.
And this is 0.0001% of myself!
© ruineddevil