A leaf turns brown
A well runs dry
A second, a minute
Tears and a sigh
Sorrow dug a cavity in his chest,
Fed by sin and mortal catastrophe.
Regret inundates his empty soul,
It churns within, a whirlpool of misery
He ran; his steps grew longer
His feet sucked down by Punishment
Blurry visions, a silent mockery
Was he guilty? Was he innocent?
Society’s walls choke his soul
He strives to fight an unlost war
They told him he was not enough
Acceptance, a phenomenon yet to be born.
He spread his wings,
Flew towards the imminent light,
They cast a net, trapped him within
To break away, he had no right
We all hide behind a conjured mask of beauty
An illusion that shields us from unnecessary interrogation
Delve deep and within the folds
One can find the true key to one’s imagination
To conform or not to conform?