Investigating The Unnecessary Me! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

End of the theme is I am in struggle
Attacking it and being attacked in return
I am either simply in or damned out
The world is nakedly out there
I am wasting out my time
There is a war inside me
I can read its destruction
Hemingway is sitting next to me
Winter is occupying me
Solution sucks it out
It is an extremely new view to me
There is the death staring at me
These hours are literally unkind to me
And I don't really like my way
It is an unbearable burden
I am deeply into me; I proudly own myself
It's always been an ideal time with me
I am convinced that I am a cute boy
Cute boy with confusing cracks
It is not alright, and not wrong either
Intellectually intimate yet selfishly uncaring
Isn't it an incredible state, mate?
Neither I nor you can whistle me
I am in my own cabin
Confined to my own tiny temperatures
Kind of distances are calling me
Every day is half; and every day is dusty
There is another shore out there
I must listen to my silence.