Deeds were nonchalant but, conscience showed more constraint,
Intentions wandered in fog,
Oaths and promises got unlocked,
I was cursed, I could feel it in my bones,
Heart grew more restless, Couldn't fool it anymore,
I breathed out my hopes, let the god scale it,
Now I'm wailing, bleeding, crawling my way through this senseless life.
Can you see it?
G O D.
I know you have the wit,
But you choose to be blind about it,
I wished you would hold out your hand but, somewhere in there, I knew all along that those preaching and prayers were for nothing It, was just my pointless faith,
In the end, even the eternal time ceased,
How and when no idea whatsoever,
When I looked back, all I saw was a boy, rugged and clueless,
When I looked around, everything was conceiving and dying, magnificent nonetheless.
This is not heaven nor hell; Neither it is the so-called end because it just began,
This is transcendent tranquility.
An absolute OBLIVION.
P.S. Much better than a place called E A R T H.
YOU ARE READING
H E A L and B L O O M
PoetryIt is a collection of what I feel and felt or call it a mad rant, I hope you all can sympathize with them one way or another. Writing keeps me sane.
