Far from sanity, in raging chaos I reside
Beware of peeping in for there is a ruckus inside
Caged up by brittle chains in my heart, safely
For now but do not try to test its patience daily.
Pay attention and you might hear unyielding screams
Of a soul scorched to death, a sight giving horrifying dreams.
Hands pounding against metal, bleeding day and night
Remorseful mumblings uttered constantly for not being right
It is guilt and regret that shall keep tormenting everyday
The pain shall not subside and death will come one day
I ain't proud of what I have become and where I am headed
And turning back is vain for the path is blurred and faded.
It is a vicious circle that has trapped me badly forever
With this much dilemma, I'll let the forces push me wherever
It is gradual, progressive restlessness that eats me up everyday
And I die a little inside inside, its futile that these thoughts'd sway.
Long as my conscience lives behind bars, the wounds will burn
And once its consumed by guilt, into heavy fumes it'll turn
And then the chaos will break free and I shall not remain same
The devil set loose on the streets to continue playing its game
This time there'll be no holding back for my conscience is dead
Now there is no wrong or right, just do whats in my head
There'll be no pain and somewhere, neither contentful bliss
This time, death will come from the consequences of my sins...
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Poetic Hours
Poetry" In the darkest of the hours, the brightest of the ideas light up! " Highest Rank #106 in #Poetry on 4/12/2017 Writing has always been my favourite hobby eversince I was 12 and poems top the list. Writing poems is not just an art, its a solace. Giv...
