Second Chance

Ah! Guilt.

A worthy opponent, capable of meddling it's way to the minds of the most sharpest of wits.

Now, hear the veracity of a lad who committed crimes through out his life; finally shows his pure regret,

at the brink of execution.

Poem

Help me,

Though I know, I have committed a crime.

I am aware,

There is no more time.

My existence is interrogated,

My life ends with a question,

But, please think carefully, my friend,

Is fugitivity really my ambition?

Please give me a second chance.

Though I know I have destroyed lives,

Meddled my way amongst the crowd,

Haunting minds.

Please give me a second chance,

To right my wrongs.

Let me have freedom,

Which my heart bitterly longs.

The chains of guilt,

That tie me afar,

To face the world,

My biggest fear.

The tears that run down my cheek,

Don’t express the pain I have gone through,

But the pain I have given others,

Like poison in brew.

There is right and wrong in all of us,

It is who we choose to be,

I have chosen the path of vile before,

Which is not who I am really.

Real Monsters are not those Underneath my Bed

 When I was young,

with no fear of the dead,

people told me,

that there were monsters underneath my bed.

Be it a mere trick,

or just for my fearful leap,

but I honestly cross my heart,

that it haunted my sleep.

I tossed and turned,

sleeping next to my parents all night.

Wondering what I would do?

If I were alone with this fright.

As I grew up,

As I read,

I suddenly realized that,

real monsters were not those underneath my bed.

Real monsters were among me,

hiding in plain sight,

waiting for the best opportunity,

to brutally strike.

Nevertheless, I see light at the end of the tunnel.

Luminescent and bright,

I hope It will be there to guide me,

through out the eerie night.