Unowned

My journey is no longer mine Owned by Deceptive roads deceitful milestones And friends who turned enemies Also enemies who never became friends After so much of living Even death is unreachable But I've sternly decided To enter the last mile with a breathless poem With whispering pine-trees clouds and rivers I'll seep into soil like rain wearing my tuxedo of dark verses Wet in tears of joy and sadness of a few Whom I loved with overflowing hurt I caused Before I do that I want to sell springs Wrapped in shivers of winters Except the volumes of autumn I've packed to carry along For unlike the rest There never was a moment where heaps of dry leaves Had ever unowned me