Poem

When faces turn grey
When night turns day
When u call the stars but no answer
When pain spreads like cancer
When time stands still
When flowers grow ill
When sunlight goes dim
When hope gets slim

When the truth you seek
Is brittle and week

When the cure u ask
Can’t be found in a flask

When the blood u bleed
In the name of your creed

Is black instead of red
And it’s crowning your head

When you look outside
When u have nothing to hide

When home is a thought
For which u have fought

When a bitter taste
Flows like paste

So bitter it stings
With the pain it brings

Leaves u awake at night
Turning, tossing around
Thinking what might
Lay you underground

The demons you face
Your sorrows and grieves
It leaves u no place
But for dying leaves

It pains to confess
It heals nonetheless

The choices made
The roles I played

the path it brought
every single thought

the beliefs I had
what’s good and bad

the dusk of day
Withered away

Now it’s known
I’ve reaped what I’ve sown

Now it’s so clear
I’ve become what I fear

A shell, a corpse, a hollow bowl
I’ve become a man , a man with no soul