“People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
saw violence and malice at an early age
grew up in a place consumed by vices and rage
images were reminders every time I turn the page
a part of me is trapped inside a darkened cage
curtailed my freedom, beliefs were imposed
the authority within was simply unopposed
no breathing space, everything must be disclosed
there’s nothing I can do I was too exposed
silent crimes committed
from time to time
piling up regrets
while I was at my prime
sheltered doubts behind a pretentious wall
a deviation is made when I accepted call
failed expectations were written on the wall
I was not in control, that’s all I can recall
made a lot of mistakes, wasted a lot of time
went the wrong way while I was at my prime
didn’t see it coming I was too engrossed
with their expectations, I became a willing host
silent crimes committed
from time to time
piling up regrets
while I was at my prime
went with the flow while living in doubt
I just went too far until there’s no way out
and here I am trying to make sense of it all
only to realize that I was riding for a fall
dreams fell apart for every wrong choice made
a vicious cycle there were times I’ve felt betrayed
should’ve gone the other way and found my own key
instead, I ended up broken and hurting while I flee
silent crimes committed
from time to time
piling up regrets
while I was at my prime
the ending is unknown, everything just went wrong
the past echoes the melody of an unwanted song
no turning back the battle lines have been drawn
even with a confession there’s no way I can move on
silent crimes committed
from time to time
piling up regrets
while I was at my prime
RMP
01-09-23
Winnipeg MB Canada
