Surrender

INTRO: Alright, this is the first official poem post. It has an "I" theme, and I didn't do it on purpose at first, it just started happening and then I continued it throughout. The first five lines naturally began with an "I". I won't tell you what brought about writing this, it might be obvious, it might not. Take from it what you will, and hopefully you will enjoy it.

SURRENDER

Influential effluence. Words that need no voice.
I cannot gain truth from striving for knowledge.
I have tried before and failed.
It is impossible to live up to these expectations.
If I do not act on the moment, I will get no where.
Irresponsible wastes of time.
Illegitimate reasons for these acts of uncertainty.
It is not my life. I am owned into this path I walk.
Intangible existence of mine.
Irreplaceable findings that one can never fathom.
If love is lost, it cannot sincerely be reestablished.
Internal defeat, a dying soul.
Illusionist games that leave the mind wondering why.
I will never figure the truth in a lie that is meant well.
Intentions of right made wrong.
Images of vast happenings often appear on my horizon.
In all cases they are delusions of grandeur. I am nothing.
If I am to stand, I must not conform.
Innate reflexes are so natural but disgust my inward self.
It is hard to fight the clocks that were embedded from birth.
It cannot be about me. Not anymore.