Leave It Be... Poem by Leonardo David Tay

Leave it be,
My soul so salted.
Don't halt, nor dare to see,
For anger courses through the insulted,

A desire to scream,
A desire to aim my fists.
I break through the seam,
Alas, after that lies mists.

You never bothered to comprehend,
Just wished to end all so sweet.
No more will I apprehend!
For to amend, you never tried to meet.

Leave it be,
My weary soul.
Finally I see,
Through joy, anguish, and anger, I am whole.