I have crash landed,
In the abysmal quicksand of my own sins.
It is now devouring me little by little,
Sans mercy, sans redemption.
The gossamer of lies that I had spinned throughout my life,
Had long ago shaken the ground beneath my feet.
And the megalomaniac in me,
Had further spiraled the antithesis of trust, love, and hope in my life.
I had bullied and battered,
Shaken and shattered the trusting ones.
And now, like a tired and petrified lone ranger,
Desperately seeking for one kind smile, one trusting face.
I had half smiled, half cried, half lived, half loved,
Always keeping the other half for scrutiny.
But had always hated fully with hell-bent stubbornness,
Puking vengeance even on understandably unintentional slights.
Still the mirage of hope keeps appearing,
Flickering my wish to do things right this time.
The crash couldn’t crush this one final wish to be heard, for a second chance.
So, can you hear me?
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