The different desires that I keep
In the darkness of presumptions I leap
Sometimes I feel like it's too deep
Sometimes it's as shallow as my sleep
But I dive inside it expecting to meet
To either meet my demise or else my peak
Even though I feel wrong and cannot speak
I try to find something maybe a way to cheat
To cheat the pain and to escape the heat
While on my eardrum all these insecurities beat
They tell me how I look bad and cheap
They tell me how I am a certified creep
They tell me how I am ugly and a geek
They tell me why I am a complete freak
They tell me how to change myself and to tweak
To which modern standards I should plead
They drown me with doubts making me weak
But for some reason I am not able to follow them like all the other sheep's
All of their lies that I am not able to eat
I am way out of the Acknowledged league
Even though I am not unique I am always laid under this siege
I still have this pen in my hand which bleeds
But inside my deep consciousness I too hold a box of those desires
I am afraid if I open , they'll spread like wildfires
They'll make me act on my impulse, make me, one of the liars
if I act upon them I'll probably burn in the eternal fire
All the guilt that I will acquire
They'll stain a dark black on my clean attire
I'll be a devil's puppet hung by his wire
Those I say are my darkest desires
All the weights on my back they lay
With these burdens, Ill probably slowly decay
I am always expected to say that I am okay
But Will there be anyone left who'll remember me and pray?
To pray that I am okay on that last day
When I'll be given back to the soil and to the clay
And then I'll be called upon to say
To atone for all my sins and to pay
It's either heaven or hell on which forever we'll stay.
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The Enigmatic whispers... Series Of Poems By Flawed
PoetryA series of short poems that reflect reality, life, struggles and freedom from the shackles of the world built upon false pillars and rules, we were forged for a purpose or are we fools !
