Baskadia

From random thoughts,

I got furious emotions,

And no longer could I move,

In moods of negation,

I slipped to anger,

My ego so pitiless,

Flashing old dark days,

Ever running in my head.

Little things in their eyes,

Seemed the world to me,

I created my own world,

And walked along with none.

Mistakes leave us with lessons,

But here am left with bruises,

Hope felt like such a scam,

Been drowning in my own regrets,

How I made myself a mess.

All I started is gone,

All that I strived for,

All that I suffered for,

Things I couldn’t change,

Now I no longer fight nature,

For all has been inconsequential.