Immature Innocents
The direction of my eyes
focus towards the eternal bliss
which mislead my thoughts of
what I left behind.
Did I turn too soon
and miss something on the way?
Oblivion takes over my days
of ignorant memories.
I walk away,
being different from the rest
who care and think too little
and talk too much....
My avenging rage gets faced everyday
by immature innocents
who plea for sacred virginity
that is lost by past mistakes.
My pain of body and mind
cannot unleash itself by
countless reminders.
I choose to sit alone
and silent
aware of my sins
that have made me wiser than them
while they huddle together
and continue their mutual sarcasm
without me.......
focus towards the eternal bliss
which mislead my thoughts of
what I left behind.
Did I turn too soon
and miss something on the way?
Oblivion takes over my days
of ignorant memories.
I walk away,
being different from the rest
who care and think too little
and talk too much....
My avenging rage gets faced everyday
by immature innocents
who plea for sacred virginity
that is lost by past mistakes.
My pain of body and mind
cannot unleash itself by
countless reminders.
I choose to sit alone
and silent
aware of my sins
that have made me wiser than them
while they huddle together
and continue their mutual sarcasm
without me.......
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