I just don't bleed

They say that you have to take the lead.

They speak of satisfaction in doing your deed

And of deserving the fruit having planted the seed.

But hurt is what all I get...but I just don't bleed.

This wretched world of futile existence, of no need

In their shells of selfishness, subjugated by their greed

For small things of this vastness, how they plead.

On such ignorance, I sneer; I hurt, but just don’t bleed.

Soaked in the worldly vice, yes they do succeed

The pathetic fall for pettiness, yes they do indeed

They think that they think, they think that they read.

How I wish my tears rolled, how I wish I could bleed.

But frailty of their feeble minds, what can it concede?

The brains whose capacity even inanimate exceed.

To the smallest hint of spark they bowed down and agreed

But the rebels, they mock, they snub, they follow and bleed.

Everyone forgot the message that was to be carried

The message to which no one now pays heed

On mere mention of which they deftly recede.

How can I show how it hurts, I just don’t bleed.

So I wait for the day when this soul is freed

So I burn in the fire that I myself feed

But I see the freedom long before my ashes are buried

I wait and only hurt myself...but just won't bleed.

N.