domilla

Correction facility

Questions of what I could have perhaps done wrong

awakes echoes in my head

A mind boggling affair

Thoughts entangling with one another

So deeply that I’m afraid I’m losing my mind

It could be my addictions

Or perhaps my culpable nature

I’m caught  up In a prison of sin

In a prison of  my addictions

It feels like I’m in a correction facility

My life stagnant I can’t move

I need redemption

I need a savior

I could make plans to change my disposition

Only for  fate to draw its sword and tear up my dreams and aspirations

Was being birthed and living still my crime

That I am detained in a cell of misery and loneliness

Was me being human a crime

Was I a mistake

Perfection being not an attribute that I hold

I think myself as unlucky

Like nothing ever goes well for me

A mind boggling affair

A never ending battle

I could look tranquil and content

My mind  certainly in despair

I shed more tears than you could

Thoughts entangling with one another

perhaps ensue a fate that would end it all

If it’s meant to break me and make me

Spare me some atleast a fraction of the pain

It’s a nightmare I can’t bare