Prewritten History Poem by Prakhar Sharma

On the middle of a finish where the dead begins
The aura of guilt still zilch to pretend
A stepping stone leading towards the dark
Another denial picturing the rusted swings in the park


Crawling on the boulevard of dissolution
Targeting nothingness just the hallway of illusion
Sorrow and plea screams out to hide the bare
Disappears blindness even the deaf cries in despair


Ecstasy of blame submerges the lost hope
In the sea of abandoned, embarking the drowning boat
Charisma changed into the ashes on gloves
Endless chronicles became the unrequited love


Suicidal hopelessness grants emptiness to interlace
With a Mirror of astray and the goblet of disgrace
Disturbed conscience relays the lines of doom
My knife eternally ends the valentine gloom.