Too Late
The cacophony of thoughtsAs my mind trots
The past is deep
The shadows creep
The darkness looms
And melancholy blooms
I feel the guilt
On it I built
A vulnerable life
Torn and strife
To myself I plead
No more can I bleed
It hurts so bad
It was just a fad
The infallible insouciant
Now repentant
Acceded to desire
Clairvoyance hidden by ire
Never again a gaudy show
Never again will I stoop so low
The imbecile feigned
The penitent is truly pained
posted by Swetank Gupta @ 4:19 pm
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