I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by.

Friday 29 November 2013

What to do?

When your insecurity becomes your obsession,
when inferiority gradually overshadows sanity,
what is it that you should do?
When death seems to be the ultimate temptation,
when the lanes leading to heaven seduce and tempt you,
what is it that you should do?
When the fallen angels cry for their lives,
and unknown voices prophesise your homecoming,
what is it that you should do?

When you sit there idle not taking the last train home,
or perhaps you wait for the angels to come,
to kiss you and bless you with immortality,
take your life and grant your soul sanity,
what is it that you should do?

Should you bid adieu to such a cursed life?
or should you live on with your eternal fake disguise?
should you promise your man his beautiful children’s grace?
when your womb itself is no more a pristine place.
or should you escape when a night is starry,
and let your children grow in the womb of virgin Mary?

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