Sincerely, This Is.

This is my sin

lying to myself

calling it dreams,

Building innate thoughts

at their collapse

cursing life for its identity,

my prison

looking at stars,

call them home

though I've never been,

painting serenity

without colours

blame my eyes being dull

none trouble-shooter.

This is my curse

tasting heaven yet

never holding on

shying away from that core.

I, I, I, always I

forgetting my night terrors fear love

And I'd never give my hand,

my dissolve

pretending to walk away unscathed

Inward my heart wailing terribly.