Looking ahead at the disguised horizon
Sweats caressing my damp brows
Eyes straddled with deep sated regrets
Emotions spent, conscience imprisoned
Forces dragging me towards yesterday.
In the clothing of a saint I appear
Under the mask hides a bleached heart
Mind stiff enough to move a mountain
Decisions made, no bother who gets hurt
I wine and dine with immorality
It is to me, a cozy path.
I wonder out aloud
When eventually my senses resume
On which day was I created?
Was my heart fashioned from wood?
Why can’t I keep malice with evil?
From where would my liberation come?
In the deep recess of my empty heart
A silent voice gingerly speaks
‘No one can save you but you
All it takes is one right choice’
Choices, choices, I scoffed
Thousands I’ve made, still I fall.
Miles have I traveled on the wrong path
Satisfaction I seek, still the hunger grows
Harvest planted, dried seeds harvested
Realization stabbing my battered eyes
One step I place behind the other
Though late but amends can be made.
Yes, daily I repeatedly fall
Yet, each time will I again rise
Till the embrace of darkness withers
Then I can honestly say
Before I rolled in the mud
Now I’m changed, pure and chaste.
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