The Enigma

I am the sadness within our hearts

hidden by a benign skin

I am the lonely soul

never talked to or considered

I am the black cat

never picked from the shelter

I am the violent pacifist

churning with emotions

I am the mockery

never stricking back

I am the gloom

before damnation

I am the sleepless

tired of life's nuances

I am the morals

constantly encroached upon

I am the unsure

always second-guessing

I am the pedestrian

welcoming death...

to embrace him with life

I am the tainted happiness

slowly decaying...

in our troubled hearts

I am a disease

unable to be cured

unable to be stopped

unwilling to give up

I am Human





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