Season of Weakness

I’m easily affected with sadness.

It gets inside me like a fluid.

It enters my soul without my permission.

And it even stayed for awhile

I’m not sure what’s the reason

but I know exactly what it meant

that as of now I’m powerless

motivated, determined but real as af powerless

my mind is so strong my heart is getting weak

my hopes and dreams stated unclearly

my path blurred with all the lies

I hear, I see and I feel

I’m mad with weakness for being here

I’m unsatisfied with fate

maybe because I don’t believe

in being independent with no one

powerful realizing I’m weak inside and out

pride or not

needless of words

Just look into my eyes

and take a wander to my eagerness

this weakness is no place

as big as my aspirations be

This season must end

This season must end.