A silhouette sways, somewhere afar
I see it through blurred lines,
Brewing somewhere in my heart,
Is a hailstorm of kinds.
I forget now what my dreams are,
I stand still, stark;
I search somewhere, for a twinkling star
An illusion of light against pitch dark.
A fire burns, devoid of hope,
I look for ropes to cling on,
I struggle to stay afloat,
I wonder where I went wrong.
It was the anger, maybe
Or perhaps the envy and greed,
This trial is harder than it seems,
I head towards solemn defeat.
I think now, of all the people I hurt,
And apologies I denied,
I ask myself now, frank and curt,
Will I even have the courage to meet their eyes?
My magnified ego, and all the lies,
The false notion of unworthy pride,
Now confront me as time flies,
And I, I don’t know where to hide.
This realization is cold,
I look for some sympathy around,
But I am merely told,
“What goes around comes back around.”