Lost:
Past really hurts sometimes.
The mistakes,regrets and burden about unfortunate happenings haunts our life. Ages might be passed but some pain are just not meant to be healed with time. They bring out the worse side of yours.....
Grey memories stealed his innocence. He was a grown up before age as life planned to scare out his guts....
One action bothered another vurnable reaction.
In swing moment :
lost was his childhood,
lost was his little world,
lost was the light only light which abandoned stroms.
But now he is left with fears to face thunders aroused by past action alone....all alone....
He confessed once more before his only family left.
In church he spent hours finding anwers for the disturbing questions.
Burning his day and night in search of forgiveness.....
LOST:
Thoughts betrayed hast illusions,
being in rough tides,
deliberately swallowing grudges against my fate,
I skipped light in my way ahead.
My eyes brimmed with tears mirroring shame in them,
no more my character is sane,
no more my life will be the same.
The scar reflects the beast
residing within,
who's stay is unlikely to be bared.
Kind of late I'm to defend my guts,
Kind of lost I'm in a valley full of screams...
Echoing names who's strings were never to be revealed!
The man who should held up responsibility of his family,
Who should protect his mate,
just proved to be nightmare!
My dad made out worse for my dear mother to even breathe free.
Blaming her for own failed carrier,
abusive creature forgot his limits.
In drunken state he stabed my mom
Stabed till my voice chocked at that sight ....
I lost my sense - I lost my world!
I buried her bones in misery,
Kind of coward I was,
not even able to protect her against the devil in need.
kind of lost I was to kill my own father with range and hatred which swallowed away mercy indeed!
Flashes of bad times rushes agony about me being a murderer!
Crime was committed,
whose secret lied beneath the shady graveyards.
Names were erased for shutting matters soon,
Suffered as victim I sailed in dark strom alone!
There on the beast never starved for attention,
It grew until instinct of diversion cost his soul.
Can I ever be able to erase the sin ?
A question hanging still....
The scar reflects the curse l'm born with.
Kind of tired I'm to defend my actions,
Kind of lost I'm in a valley full of memories...
Echoing names who's blood rest on my hands for eternities!
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