
I may struggle for a millennia,
And you might think I struggle alone,
You may think it’s mania,
That without your help I go on,
But mark my words well,
This is not a struggle without a cause,
You may think I’m creating my own hell,
But I’m fighting for something greater than myself,
You might think I’m mad,
You don’t understand my dreaming,
You don’t understand my world,
But somethings are beyond living and dying,
You think I haven’t thought about how difficult it will be,
You doubt my sanity,
But you don’t see what I see,
Believe me I’m happy being the black sheep
About the Creator
Swords and Feathers
My name is Ritesh D. Singde. I write spiritual, philosophical poems that are often heartfelt. I'm inspired emotionally by instrumental music that I translate into metaphors and poems/short stories.




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