FAULT DIES
This one is about how our guilty conscience dies over time
This one is about how our guilty conscience dies over time
POEM
Growing up as a child
Seeing the older so wild
Wishing you could join their rides
You just wanna flow with the tides
Daddy said "don't play with fire"
But what's forbidden is what I desire.
Playing with fire I have burned
Doing the wrong I have never learned
So curious for every single trial
"It's not wrong" I'm in denial
To every sin I cling
In the land of evil I have become king
I am so lost in the dark
Have become so scarred in the heart
I just wanted to fit in
Now I am the bringer of sin
I've become such a mess
This "fun" has brought me all the stress
Down this road I insisted
By corruption I've been assisted
No one knows what I've become
Feeling nothing I've gone so numb
No one can hear my cries
That is the story of how my fault dies.
Growing up as a child
Seeing the older so wild
Wishing you could join their rides
You just wanna flow with the tides
Daddy said "don't play with fire"
But what's forbidden is what I desire.
Playing with fire I have burned
Doing the wrong I have never learned
So curious for every single trial
"It's not wrong" I'm in denial
To every sin I cling
In the land of evil I have become king
I am so lost in the dark
Have become so scarred in the heart
I just wanted to fit in
Now I am the bringer of sin
I've become such a mess
This "fun" has brought me all the stress
Down this road I insisted
By corruption I've been assisted
No one knows what I've become
Feeling nothing I've gone so numb
No one can hear my cries
That is the story of how my fault dies.
Ali, this one actually hurt. It's true on so many dimensions
ReplyDeleteThank you a lot. It came from strong inspirations and life experiences, it's a very special poem to me. I am glad you enjoyed it
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