Death By a Pen: A Poem's Paradise

14. Making Amends

While a year is lost, my past is stained

The time has arrived to spend my hours

Amending the mistakes i have made.

For there is no use numbing emotions

Nor there shall be for saving my day

Shall I do this against my routine.

Day-light is wasted thinking of my pride.

Am i to be amazed? for the lies I reiterate,

Suppressing myself , indulging beliefs.

I am no more me, I am just someone you cannot Certify

Save TIME, Its my turn to fight!

Through this dark hour,

How can I let go of my horror,

My fear shall be inclined

Darkness shall be defined.

This shall be a lesson to learn,

This shall invoke self -belief,

This shall wake me up from my own ropes

I shall set myself free, to last much longer.

And then no doubt, my "nurture" shall last no longer;

Today and tomorrow, I shall be the prolonger!