The martyrdom of innocence
And the corruption of my soul,
Everyday I loose myself
Or maybe, time’s just taking its toll.
Where do I go from here?
Far, near or somewhere in between…
Everything extorts my value sublime,
And all is gone from within it seems.
How do I cleanse my spirit?
At least for myself to keep it?
Lost and lonely, I’m mine, if only…..
Sing me your epic
Resurrect me with your melody,
Come solace my troubled heart
And save me with your tender ode.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. First published in author's debut poetry book 'The Mystic Inferno' in 2012.
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