For, justice is never served right.

when you know, there is something,

that belongs to you,you can fight for it

before letting go.

What if you know that,

that thing you are fighting for

does not or ever belong or belonged to you,

but its harder still to let go,

to someone else's hands?

To accept that you wouldn't be treated the same,

to realise that you're not that important,

to not be as noticeable,

to sacrifice your precious thing,

to not even be able to say-

how much you still or always would want,

to hold on to every tiny single moment,

to let the wishes crush,

to let the dreams hit the rock bottom,

to see the chase knock a dead end,

to never be able to see it again,

to never be able to create another alike,

to accept defeat,to feel sabotaged,

to stand alone, to give up,

to surrender to the cold, to make peace,

are the toughest feelings one could ever harbour

 or battle out.

But,when you finally inculcate the change,

when you finally give in to move on,

when you blink away the tears and begin to smile.

In the end you see yourself gotten over it,

believe that you're happy,

laugh at yourself in the mirror and notice the renewed you.

Sooner or later, you feel back on track.

But all it takes is one fall of cold breeze

to blow the flash of memories right back in your face.

You realise, you've got to live with it for the rest of your life.

So, you better make peace,

For justice, is never served right!

P.S. This may not even sound like a poem or anything. But, what the hell, I'd put it up anyway! :)