Through the time, u think you’ll get used to it.
Thinking at this time my brain will be strong and fit.
Dreadful feeling and miserable feeling.
Sorrow of the night and at the day while the society is living.
Feeling immense guilt and pressure.
For me to find my life and pleasure.
Although I undestand what they meant, they do it for my good will.
But darkness feels a little bit more real.
I try, I try to fight this darkness with a sword made of light.
But no matter what I try, day by day, I almost lose the fight.
I guess, by losing, there might be a dim of light between the universe full of darkness.
Trying to find it in this universe that keeps expanding, makes my head a mess.
Maybe, maybe, slowly by slowly I can create my own star.
Star that will shine that bright and is at the distance not so far.
Although it might take a lot of energy, which I use to survive the day.
I might squeeze my last energy to make a molecule light that might make me stay.
This might be the first positive thing I thought in this week.
I think making a mental poem is a first step for the light I seek.
© Benny

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