After It All

Swimming in suffocations.

Of mud and stiff regulations.

Unbearable of weight that weighs it down.

Too heavy it sinks me in.

The conditions of probabilities.

Left me hanging halfway.

No direction, only misjudgements.

Understatements or more of overconfidence.

Stuck in a huge mess of confusion.

And to only realize, after 5 months of misgivings.

That this place is but a huge chess game.

No time won’t wait.

But right conjecture is tad too important.

No people don’t care.

Too busy moving that they missed the misfits.
 

Forgotten to guide them to fit in.
 
Forgotten to bring them in.
 
Forgotten.
 

Nothing here to remember.

Atleast.

The black smog.

Atleast.

It will fade.
 

Misfits will gain a place.

Atleast.

In some hearts.

And that will be worth it.

~S.H.~