Walking in the dead of night,
With not a single human in sight.
Exploring the deserted street,
My own thoughts depart.
Now on a deadly run,
With the transcript unwritten.
Hiding from the shadows lurking,
The demons within me are smirking.
Seemingly a losing battle,
For my thoughts are very brutal.
Not a fight with outside foe,
I just can't let this go.
Played by the rules set up by people,
Then why am I culpable.
Why I feel my stomach churning?
With all the lies, betrayal and hurting.
Didn't you do this once too?
Didn't your inner soul knew?
You too committed felonies,
You too created enemies.
Crushed the downtrodden,
And made them your success ladder.
Heedless to the countless tears,
The cause of their nightmares.
Unknown to the miseries caused,
Such blatant disregard!
Power being a great stealth,
Drunk on infinite wealth.
My mistakes catching up to me,
Can you tell me how to flee?
Being part of the multitude,
Power I too abused.
But now I feel too broken,
My soul is shattered.
Gripped with sheer anxiety,
My only escape is piety.
I search for the innocence lost,
The ethics in the garbage tossed.
How will I incur these loses,
The weight of my missing morals.
Oh, I am so guilt ridden,
Can I be forgiven?
Once a part of erroneous mob,
I unknowingly became a snob.
When my last hope falter,
Under its heat I swelter.
My escape is being a better man,
It's journey already began.
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From my Heart's Attic
Poetry'From my Heart's Attic' is an ad-lib, a collection of poems. "Poetry is far vital a truth than history." Created in the spur of the moment, these poems are just randomly spewed thoughts , emotions and feelings I wrote with my heart's initiative. ...
