Unnamed, unknown, ashamed, alone.
Hours of darkness, yet a never ending day.
Symptoms of unknowing, too strong to fade away.
Poetic literature, the start of dismays decay.
For within self analysis and insight, we learn the fight.
Whether day, or night, it’s within your might.
It is your right, go now, take flight.
Show spite to ill thinking, and courage to positivity.
The ultimate simplicity, too subtle for fame,
and that my friend is where this poem get’s it’s name.