Will go away, if you want me to

Will go away, if you want me to short poem

Will go away if you want me to..
I am one of those omens,
one of those spells
that someone has cast on thee
to make you feel again,
for better or worse
how can I say,
that is for you to decide
but the curse is reversible,
just wish me to go away
and do it earnestly
and I would have vanished
long before you open your eyes

Though I want you to see
the other world I promised
but I have not been there myself,
want to make the journey though
but I am jinxed, cause I am a thought,
need someone to understand it
and take me to new horizon,
but if that horizon is not yours
so be it
the thought will vanish,
the thought will be forgotten
never to rise again,
will go away if you want me to..

I was but languishing
in the dark corners of my hell
with nothing but morbid gloom,
covering the whole of me,
one moment and I was zapped
out of my silent recluse
and told, to be to you
what slingshot was to david
hope, medium, tool
in your search for yourself,
but who knows what you will find,
who knows if it woulld be good
who knows even if it is worth it
who cares, but maybe you,
I am but intangible
in your life that is,
so wish me to go away
and go away I will..

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Poignant and honest, your writing always strikes the right note @zyborg


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