Pile of blame
Spamming, stomping, stuttering,
is all I had on my plate,
after being inquisitively efficient
for those, I call my own.
Being unable to do something big,
is making me null in their eyes.
Dissatisfaction filled the air,
once they could decide, she isn't moving anymore,
they turned their backs,
while I stood processing what to do.
I still call them my own,
while I fidget with my ultimate self,
while none is there to take my share,
none is there to push,
they only exist to pull the trigger,
which makes me fall asunder.
Shedding, breaking, tearing apart,
is all I had on my plate.
Leaving the best for them,
taking the worst for me,
lead me to devastation
nothing more or less than this.
Shall I take the burden of these,
and let me soul dwell in pain?
How much more of this will go on?
How much more of this will continue?
I have been trashed all the while,
how do I stand still among the waves?
Skipping the stones were never my choice,
breaking the bonds were never my choice.
What shall I do to be at ease?
What shall I do to be at ease?
Shedding, breaking, tearing apart,
is all I had on my plate.
While they stood still charming within themselves,
my broken desires started to disconnect.
Disconnected I stood,
abandoned I stood,
insignificant to the world, I stood,
a disgrace, still I stood,
dejected, yet I stood.
None to weep on,
None to rely.
Instable was I, yet I stood.
Yet I carried the blame,
Yet I laughed in dismay,
Yet I didn't snort nor defy myself anymore.
Acceptance, ignorance, invulnerable,
is all I picked on my plate.
The End!
{Cover- Image from Pixabay}
Theme of the poem: People will find ways to harm you, hurt you. Even though they say they are not willing to, they are doing so repetitively by their actions. Once it is clear to them that you are vulnerable to them, they tend to harm you more, to emphasize their presence. What ultimately is left is you and their pile of blames. In such state, some of us become too sensitive and are unable to handle it all. Some choose to lock themselves while some choose to end their lives. Why should we hurt ourselves? It was never our fault from the start, we were clear, they were not. Then, can we stop them? We can't stop them, but we can choose for ourselves. This is our life, no one wants to live in pain day after day, night after night. We always have a choice. This poem talks about the stand, one must take for themselves to themselves, when they are getting attacked again and again, even after they have been clear from the very start.