To think of times you come and go
in the minds of people you didn’t even know
The coldness of their piercing looks,
because of the path you knowingly took.
You live a life with nothing left,
but all those guilt that seemed unkempt.
Bottled up regrets that keeps you still,
the life of a man that you were so quick to steal.
You are the cultprit, the witness and the victim.
You gain a little yet you lost your dreams.
Wishing everything can end in a blink of an eye.
You wishing the easiest way to die.
But you were long dead even before you die.
You lost for family and friends that night.
You want it all to end so fast
Because you think in death, you will be free at last.
I know this is a really dark poem.
For some reasons, These words came
to me after reading a story of a murderer
who asked for death penalty but
was given life imprisonmennt.
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