Useless Serendipity
The sudden screams from the roof of his head,
breaks the silence as he lay on his bed.
When will those noisome feelings go away?
Or are they perpetually destined to stay?
Sadness and grief, burns slowly inside him,
as he engages in mindless self-deprecation,
Over these chains, that seem to fetter him
and plot his imminent damnation.
However hard he tried to stay sanguine,
this state of despondence, never fails to overrule
Enslaving him, alone, in shambles
leaving him with no way out,
as he wanders aimlessly in this maze, of confusion.
He tries his best to stay sangfroid,
Caught in a state of apparent delusion,
but whenever he seems, to regain his equanimity,
Fate somehow flings him back, with His moral intrusion.
Returning into this abyss of retrogress,
he wonders,
When will these perpetual recriminations end?
All he seems to feel, is emptiness
at those wounds, that would not mend.
So now, the waves, they have subsided
and his soul is tattered, torn, tormented.
He can't take away all the shame, he feels.
Forgive him.
Rant 11:17 AM of Azmie
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