Because Of This Hurt

I gained back all my trust after I freed myself from guilt, and not suffered much from it; ah, bravery taught me a lot! Because of this hurt, I hid myself behind a shadow, every thought was full of sorrow; whatever happened to faith? I hoped for a serene tomorrow to explore joy and feel its worth: all turned out to be a quirt... digging gold into dirt! I wanted to feel alive, transform bitterness into sweetness, flee from the adumbral prison where I was held captive by fears; I admit to have been too lonely: a complete wretched in isolated region, no naive to befriend and run away, where folks loved to drink and connive! Nobody offered empathy and true understanding, they never reached out but showed embitterment sneering, staring and wondering if I deserved the harshest and cruelest punishment, for having done much harm to others with malicious rage! I shouldn't have treated then evilly and remained gratified and calm! Because of this hurt, nights are brighter than a desert, moonlight has a luminous glow; I'm a ghost aimlessly wandering, not knowing his destination! I'm the doer who failed to follow his aspiration and ambition, not redefining thought and feeling!