His actions always had consequences,
he was not meant to bind himself under their fences.
What concussed him to leave his family,
there was always a reason behind his abominable agony.
He had everything in his backyard,
A career, a family until it was all scarred.
Offer letters, prime location, exquisite opportunity,
above them all he had found a girl who could’ve been his future wife-y.
With a sudden choke to leave the city of dreams,
He flew to a remote harbor where dreams looked like a string of dark themes.
He heaved himself far away from his family,
only to save them from seeing their own son’s chronic misery.
Being a fighter he so wished to fuck that feeling of being victimised,
but the graveyard turned heart revealed his demons true hide.
He cared way too much for them who deserved less,
He bedded himself with temporary pleasure to piss away from the unadorned mess.
They put a facade of care watching his self righteous suicide,
while the Angel of Death took the fall to die.
Now he is all away from the person who he once wished to walk a mile,
giving himself to those desires who held his heart hostile.
Meandering the void streets all by his own,
questing a light for his sins to atone.
Every night in his bed he hears the silence screaming,
falling asleep to the feeling of his mothers lap which went missing.
-Rohan Ghume
