A midnight poem

Im not much of a poet .

But this is a poem i felt like writing on a whim 💩

Ego
Even if an unstable ego
Like a translucent shadow
Which is uncertain for me
To call it me

Is living

Even if an unstable ego
Which makes it uncertain for you
To be yourself , hates you

If i write
Would the darkness cleared ?
Its a life placed in God’s hands
From a root-rotten dreams

Dragging my legs
With a tired face
Frowning at the reflection
Of my own race

Should i go ?
Shoud i return ?
I do wonder
But after sometime
I started walking
Showing my back to where i was

Yes i have to go
Even if there’s nothing ahead
I live on