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Confession Of The Psyche

In deep despair,
Dear Friend,
I bear in me,
a certain melancholic weight-
Irreplaceable.

A walk as I take
The vision blurs in blues
Between torn pixels of the landscape, and man,
I see, horrid human guilt-
Irrevocable.

While on their worldly walk, or on a ride on the backs of horses,
Whether In hats and laces, or rags torn
Through mansion and hills,
or ill bitumen stretches fenced by open drains-
or whatever.

How, I know not, I could see it pierce her vulnerable ways
Those stones that I threw at the soft skin of hers
Lies, may be, such a sadist
In this kind-coated anatomy who hurt the rippled river-
Unapologetically.

I sit, counting today, the number of sins I shaped
Like a proud fool, I followed their trail,
Perhaps jealous, an idle psyche fancied numerous ways
It could kill the hard working ant-
Psycho pathetically.

With swollen crimson vision now that I shut,
I feel the wind hit my face
And with an ache I gather memoirs
Of things I had thrown at the flat face of air-
Thoughtlessly.

I open my eyes to hear the leaves rustle
A tear succeeds its predecessor
Why, I wonder, had I crushed their innocence
Wrapped in green, a gift to life-
Undemanding.

So I look away, at the other end of my vision
I still see her smile to soothe my grief
How unaware she remains,
Of the murderer that I am of her blood, the rose I tamed-
Greedily.

Oh how every dream still wakes me up
Or at least not lets me slumber
Reminds me of the sins committed,
Most of which, Unimportant they call-
Thoughtlessly.

So mad I may be, and sad still
An eye but open to the surrounding sorrow
And pity those busy brains that run
Errands with such significant significance in life-
Primarily.

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