The story well known, stood the test of time,
The moral admired, the brute paid for his crime.
Living the story, I see the curious peep in
and wonder aloud, with a heart now maudlin.
“why am I now the devil? wasn't one to begin with”
Isn't that how legends are made, part truth part myth.
"I had my reasons, what if no one understands"
Why then search for her in memory's wastelands?
So went the two beings in me on a rhetorical debate
in a visceral battle that never wants to abate.
Can't seem to hold on against this assault on my senses.
Shouldn't the pain be any less even for all my offences?
The king of clubs no more, all I'm is a vagrant
left pondering about the skewed tint of judgement.
That's when a familiar banished soul said, as if on cue,
truth, my brother, is just another point of view.
The moral admired, the brute paid for his crime.
Living the story, I see the curious peep in
and wonder aloud, with a heart now maudlin.
“why am I now the devil? wasn't one to begin with”
Isn't that how legends are made, part truth part myth.
"I had my reasons, what if no one understands"
Why then search for her in memory's wastelands?
So went the two beings in me on a rhetorical debate
in a visceral battle that never wants to abate.
Can't seem to hold on against this assault on my senses.
Shouldn't the pain be any less even for all my offences?
The king of clubs no more, all I'm is a vagrant
left pondering about the skewed tint of judgement.
That's when a familiar banished soul said, as if on cue,
truth, my brother, is just another point of view.
1 comment:
The last line is a killer one!!! 'Skewed tint of judgement'- like the way u have played with words...
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