The black spot
It’s situated in my brain
It masters me partially sometimes it’s the main
I feel it because it always gives me pain
when i think I will love , it becomes more dark
I ask god to forgive and i’ll mark
but it always spreads all over my mind
but I say “I’ll never mind”
One day it will disappear
but suddenly its intensity becomes million amperes
I can’t manage it or even deal with
it sometimes gives me partial death
I ask my heart to help , but it always neglects
it pumps more blood and redirects
I ask my eye to forget and see more beauty
but It rather sees more iniquity
I ask my ear to stop hearing , but i can’t steer
it’s the truth , that you can’t love everything or even have passion for
i ask more and more
but i become in more stupor
because you’ll never love , but you’ll more despise
I ask for medical treatment
but I realise that I’m my own therapist
I’m neither sheepish nor coward
but I can’t step forward
because it masters me partially , sometimes it’s the main
It’s the acute chain of hate
once , my brain defended and said , “I don’t ever hate”
but I presented an evidence about black spot existence
But it disobeyed to surrender and started cleaning mood
and it became more odd
because the dark spot was fading away
but brain stopped suddenly , when it signalized to eye and saw that other brains are in deep mess
