The Center Of “i” Poem by Nash lenin Rodriguez

Can you see the struggles in my eye?
Can you break it? Or you’ll just sigh and let me die
Where should I start?
Does the things I know makes me smart?
My life that is void and dry

Even my roar reaches the sky
I wanted warmth but I am keen to fry
Is there something can cause me joy that I should not buy?
Then what is it so that I’ll cease my bray
Should I be blind to deny?

Or I’ll set my emotions and fly?
Then see the struggles in my eye
My existence beaks into pieces but why?
Maybe I am cursed with face of wry
For this I’ll just chose to die

And let my spirit soar in the sky
Is there anybody that could hear my cry?
Can you lie to stop me cry?
Will you pull me or you’ll turn around and fly?
Then tell me what’s your suggestion is in reply?