I am writing about my sadness,
But I am not sitting in idleness,
I am struggling with my ugliness,
But I am not enjoying its madness,
I am fighting the clouds of haziness,
But I am not losing sight of my prowess,
I am crying because of my distress,
But I am not sighing as silence is the best way to redress,
I am sinking deep in my dense emptiness,
But I am not reaching out as I learnt the hard way to be emotionless,
I am dying each time anew as I give in to my weakness,
But I am not going to quit as I come alive each time anew with cleanness,
I am running from my darkness,
But I am not a coward as I gather all of my light to become the brightness,
I am succumbing to my demons abyss
But I am not some saint as I awaken the devil in me to rule over their carcass,
I am alleviating my heart from its heaviness,
But I am not going to leave my scattered pieces to numbness,
I am strengthening my mind to attain calmess,
But I am not going to turn my chaotic thoughts to nothingness,
For I aim to become a tree of cypress,
Who remembers everything to turn it into a new nothing which stays evergreen and endless.
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