DENT

                         DENT

I am the creation of your weakest moment.

I may have been just a spot
But I am the mark of your will
When your demons haunted your nights
You found your solace in me.

I was your strength, your character
I was your dim light in darkness
You did succumb to my minisculed  presence
As I stared through your compromising existence.

Through me came the light to glow your path
In me was your breath of fresh air
I was the guide you desired, the companion you seeked
I had been your escape from reality.

And yet, today that you stand firm
The bruises on your fist hurt more than my loss
I am ridiculed as an act of your foolishness
The idea of my presence agitated you now.

You now, ashamed, put a clothed paper over me
I have now become ugly, unconventional
I feel no sorrow though, I have realised
I can only be with tides, not with calm waters.

                                          - Daichi
                                      14th March, 2017