Stolen Reality Poem by Bonics Bachinela

A trek to look back to restrospectively,
the worth remembering for
where heart's in sorrow, pierced
and painful mem'ries in graved,
a point to ponder,
a story to learn for,
every story did actuate,
a conscientious wake.

Facets of not one representing,
enjoying the grandeur it brings,
casted off one's own shell,
invaded the other and donned on the self,
to riches exhilarated,
unmindful of whosoever's incinerated,
to spending a wanton
and gratiate desired actions.

It was a stab for the other
who's self was stolen,
in darkness hibernated.
Only in dreams he burrowed
of a good life dreamed of,
uncertain if it be attained,
for innate gifts were stolen,
and for returned gratefulness
already forgotten.