Sinful: Soul Poem by Furqan Asad

A sinful soul am i.

No morale; no virtue.

Departed from emotions string.
Alive and dead by natures glow.

Care i not.
Not you care for me.

An absurd thought in the time of need.

Mist that takes over me.
Mystery not me!

Yet i find my self in cobwebs.
Pinned down to lie.
Fall down to feel.

Hurt i you; true.

But of will; nor of choice.

But nature blends me in its stream.
Combining each and every theme.

This drama world has not yet seen.
The abstract mind of me.

And i die; wish i.

For i can give nothing.
And take i all.
A criminal soul.

Entwined with lie; hatred; pain and brawl.

To you i give but one advice.

Trust i not.
As i not too