Shrouded
Suffocating in my own realms
Of confusion and intense turmoil
Ambiguously hidden truths and
Happiness I cannot uncoil
Finding a path twixt my rights and wrongs
Seems so daunting, I’m better forlorn
This curiosity is the harbinger of pain
Of proportions which have me torn
What comes simply is grief not life
Engulfed, embedded in a bed of nails
Each night to me brings strife
Every attempt to live… fails
Each deed tends to negativity
Infinitely hurting those I love
In fear of such indefinite sins
All companionship I forcibly shove
The sounds of my heart
Seem purposelessly to me
Immersed in loneliness
Myself I thwart
I wish…
Someone puts an end to me