Sunday, November 7, 2010

Digging Owns Graveyard

Humiliated…
Hurting ego…
Dwindling pride…
Broken heart…

Heart screaming in pain
Twinge like there’s never an end
Shattered like there’s never a fix
Bleeding like there’s never a stop

Holding oneself like as if it would help
Cradling thy own till my sorrows end
Crippled till my last breath comes
Hoping there will ever be light

Darkness enveloped me
Slowly constricting my breathe
Till nothing is left to exhale
I anticipated the pain
Which I think is not coming

Cold…numbed…tongue-tied
Waiting for the final moment to cease
Thoughts were rushing back on me
Of the things I have done wrongly

Consequence it is as they say
Karma as what others may claim
Prize for being the bad one
Discerned for committing mistakes

Forgiveness is so much unfathomable
In a world where prejudice exist
Stigmatize so they say
Drain among the crowd

A shed of light is all I need
Moving on is an option
While forgetting is not
Of the mistake once done

Will there be triumph?
Or is it time to admit defeat?
Just go and grab the shovel
To dig owns graveyard

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