An Ode On Being Sorry Poem by Touhid Barkat

This is my life,
Full of pain and strife.
Not a moment can I enjoy:
A moment on a high;
As the powers of darkness with me toy,
Pushing me ever to the plunging lows nigh.

Frustration's my name;
Desperation's my dame.

My senses are mute;
Lonely and painful wails my flute.
I hugged a lovely daisy,
To find my heart bleed on a prickly rose.
My eyes are dim and hazy;
My descent to the pit close.
I find myself petty and deserve to be detested,
As I cry out my final song,
I believe I have been wasted;
Self-destructing all along.
I wish lights of wisdom I could see,
Before the narrow straits close on me.

Frustration was my name,
Desperation was my dame.

The darkness around was all I could see,
But the light was there within me.
I could have set myself ablaze;
Covered myself with glory.
But I embraced the Devil in my craze,
And now I have nothing to say to myself but 'Sorry'.