untitled I

A bruised tuition/ a mixed intention
Every move filled with tension
Alibis shallow and breathless
Whims and disgrace still deathless
Emotion and any easy excuse
With truth easy to abuse
Time taking its toll
As conscience leaves the soul
Pride an indiscretion
Like a forgotten lesson
Charcoal fate like a forgery
With no escape from memory
Timeless age on a blank page
And stranded on stage
Patterns unfold closer
Grotesque and grosser
With humiliation to sustain
Strife a misdirected pain
Struck through the heart
All dignity torn apart
Benefit and needs to haunt
With every thought of want
And cruelty creeping in
A sin coming in like a friend
And leaving like a foe
To all you know