Author's Note: Judgment. Criticism. Harassment. Torture. We all reach a moment in our lives when we've been mentally, socially, even physically beaten, and all happiness seems to be drained out of us. Society is indecisive, humans are insignificant, the world is interrupted. We fight for as long as our bodies allow, but after a certain period, failure reaches us, and cracks our shell, revealing our darkest and deepest. Though our bodies need eternal rest, our everlasting mental strength lifts us. I incorporated anadiplosis throughout the entire poem, and the first and last words are the same to represent how we are always, battling and fighting. Sorry for the incredibly long author's note; hope my message gets across.
Battling tears as they forcefully erupt from my eyes
Eyes are swollen from agony
Agony, the epitome of my existence
Existence which deteriorates over time
An enraged flame aches to eradicate
Eradicate a race where no on is significant
Significance is the anguish in each soul
Soul of which is nonexistent
Irritated by society's forecast
Forecast of expectations
Expectations which I can never
Never attain
A gust of wind, a hurricane
Hurricane which washes away
Away it dissolves my feeble shell
Shell that is bruised by the bitter and bleak
Feeble shell, yet an indestructible mind
Mind that is still stable after hatred
Hatred which will not define
Define me, define my purpose
Will you ever notice?
Notice me standing here?
Here with little hope, as I am growing weak.
Weak enough to evaporate, and be replaced
Living and breathing, not for all
All I desire is a simple response
A response which I am not destined to hear
Never will I hear, even through constant battling
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