Sign of the Fallen

Seventeen years of rampage,
Still never caused the attic to fall.
Hearing sometimes, I don’t say.
They call me the fallen of all.

I never sought anyone.
They were calling me,
But they were finding not the one
Who will stand with them
When they know,
Who will fall with them when
They won’t row the boat.
You never asked the ones that cry.
You always point to the lie,
Presented as a beautiful psyche, of course!

You will always point because you were
Once in that pothole.
I sought something which
Was once thought to be paradise.
Turns out it was just a bouquet of lies.
You never knew why I would not ask it,
Where do I see those people
Who once never refused to hide it.

Covering is not easy.
Till what time will you escape eternity?
It is not the lock that is going to stop.
It is not the rock that will blow if mocked.
You don’t see how high and astray
The whole war lies.

Heavenly abode, come to me!
I kept on crying till I left no tears to bleed.
The hearing and pleading can’t go in vain.
I have seen enough suffering that I now have to care.
You foresee everything; I say no.
You don’t need to see anything.
If it happens, don’t lie astray.
Mingle the thoughts that will not feel on the playing day.
Seek those who want something.
Let go of those who are not meant to be,
Even if you risk everything!