The black spot

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