I came out with the truth
Confessions exposed
An open secret
Few sympathized
But why should they
I'm a waste of air and space
A life thrown away
A letter lying on the floor
Waiting for a response
A body hanging from a ceiling,
A corpse in the lake
Waiting, all waiting
For empathy
That came to late
Kind words that was never said
A hug that was never given
A smile that was never offered
And now we ask
WHAT HAPPENED?
A soul lost to hell.
Forever and ever
And we still wander why
Now we wish to bid RIP
But all we had to do was be there
It didn't cost much
Now it costed a family to live in agony
A community shaken by the news
An emptiness lost to a blade, a rope, a knife, a gun
A soul lost to hell
Oh well
I must confess
I was on the train too
A one way flight to hell
But oh well
I laugh now, because someone had been there for me
And he was ALLAH
My hero in so many ways
A life revived
Tears dried
Emancipation
And he could be yours too
But its up to you
To be saved..
YOU ARE READING
The Chronicles Of My Mind
PoetryWith the gaping void inside of my heart, I lift my pen and splatter its ink. Letters, words, sentences and paragraphs. Emotion too immense to utter, seeking empathy, the tears fall one by one, then oceans. A poem- the result of such melancholy.