UNWANTED

 

I think I'm mad 

No, that's not it

I'm insane—not quite sure if that's what it is

It has told me severally that it doesn't want me

"I want nothing to do with you," it said the first time 

"We're incompatible," it said the second time

But do I ever listen?—Nah

I must be mad to keep running towards it

It gladly accepts others but not me

Outright rejection

Severally, I have willingly offered myself to darkness

but it never accepted my sacrifice

I guess it wasn't burnt enough

or perhaps I truly am not meant for darkness


Par: Sambasy

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