I, Humble Soul

I, the humble soul, unsought and not adored must endure loneliness as no man has; longing for desires to complete me and let me die... I, humble soul, seek consolation in words. Don't ask me why I have no friends, their bond isn't as strong as mine; it's better to let go than hold on doubt and feel mistrust, for this reason, I live as a bird without commitments or worries. I, humble soul, should be inflamed for their abhorrent and cruel actions, punish them as God would, but vengeance is a strong poison that spreads quickly and kills, making one too vicious... enough to cause restlessness without a pinch of remorse. Don't question my hesitation to forgive, a troubled sea doesn't return to its calm state until the tides recede; and as it fights darkness, so I fight evil forces trying to defeat me, and watching the misty moon change phase, I fade into a long sleep.