Will I Stay Lifeless Amidst Life..? Poem by Cyclopseven R

A lonely figure wading the quite night
I am all alone sandwiched between the hills
singing divine for a panacea.
when will the time ripe?
a question remains amidst the stilling hopes.
am I in selfishness crying for one self here
ignoring the suffering of many down the streets?
hardly I have an answer for this
because the revolution within
is a fight between me and mind;
forever, may be not ever I shall carry this torture
I hope one future a miracle hidden
may heal the wound of mind
or perhaps the pain that the body bears;
the seething mind one minute a garrulous pot
another minute in utmost reticent
sentence me a bouquet of red and black rose
a sign that both from the earth grows;
both good and bad teaches me off the hat
that life is but a mixture of colors
though insignificant, still significant.
time slowly disappears
hiding unto the unknown
my wish slowly waning
unto my heart the aspiration dying gradually
killing slowly the emotions
with occasional glimpse of majestic Existence.
will I stay lifeless amidst life?