A man carrying his past
Bequeathing he cannot
Chaos in his brain
Dead he rather be
Earnestly repenting for his acts
Facts remain facts
God s feet his abode
Heavens cant cleanse his soul
i the ego stands in his way
Jumbled up emotions block the gate
Knows no other way
Lessening his burden his only goal
Mirage of illusions blocking his path
Never ending battle on the cards
Optimism decreasing by the hour
Paving way for more despair
Quality of life deeply affected
Ramblings of the mind ever increasing
Souls purity questioned
Traveller without a destination
Unable to break the shackles
****** induced sleep
Way to get some peace
Xany days left far behind
Yearning to go back in time
Zenith to Nadir a free ride