It took me long to get here
now my mind wonders as if
it never remembered how hard it has been.
Hearts forgive and are quick to give in,
while the mind memorises all moments lived.
You weren't mine to begin with
yet chances took a chance on I,
to allow me to be,
there with you, through and through
until the time told me to leave.
Now the self bickers of what I'm left to be ~
should hearts be ceased from feelings
or should minds always win?
16 August 2022
Inner Conflict Poetry Contest
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I trusted them because I was blind,
I followed them because I had no way to find,
I chit chatted because I was alone,
I laughed on their dirtiest jocks because they were a clown.
My friends made me smile when I was sad,
And it was all okay when they were bad,
For all moments I left, I was back,
But shortly I recognized I was at a wrong track!
A track is something on which a train runs,
My life is something which made me run!
From east to west or north to south,
I realised my mistake which I'd lately caught!
They were so mean and they'd been,
Nobody trusts me but I had seen those scenes,
The way they used to paint my heart black,
Scarcely I agreed, I was on a wrong track!
I shuddered on being on this way,
My keen to leave them on April or May,
They made uses of me, me like smarty,
But soon I found them successful but also guilty.
I thought of a way which I unexpectedly got,
Best and fake friends are surely caught,
The photo frames which are on my rack,
Still memorises me, I was on a wrong, wrong track!