Desperate Poem by Magray Izat

A note of chance
composed depth
on the poet's desk
You are at the great position
to leave, but unfortunately you stay.
Can you leave your words?
or your habit?
For a cause,
We repent,
but same, nothing changes.
Although, mountains fled away,
Will you reveal your name?
a destiny is waiting
Hurry! you are all alone.
You may hide
but something will betray.
Leave!
or endure torment.
I'm disloyal
and I do not deserve.
I will win
When I will leave.