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Corrupted Path
They scold me constantly
“I did not help”
They accuse me of being “arrogant”
When I do speak
They ignore me inconsiderately
The truth is
I do care of doing thee stuff
Solely
I do not receive help when needed
And nor shall help be returned
I sink in my wretchedness
And sleep with my sorrow
That part has become the part of me
So empty and hollow
I begin to think this life
Did thee erase any tracks that follow…,
My corrupted path?
Not to be followed
Not to be solved
Not to be loved
Not to be known
The thoughts twisted negligently in thee baffled mind
And though thee fates carry new tracks
With a sore throat and a twisted mind
I lay with an astray heart
Sinking into a sleep
Sinking into the shadowy black pitch night
Reflecting my emptied soul
Surrendering…
Never resisting the calm sense of serenity
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