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