Late nights, dead in silence,
as he wept in an orphanage,
his life locked up in bondage.
Sleeping in his agony.
Feeding on the pain and sorrow.
Living with frustration and depression.
He was Dumped,
sacrificed to death by his mother.
He was laid in the bush half death.
But somewhere, somehow, he survived.
Whenever he looked back,
at his past life and drama,
he frowned at the trauma.
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A bitter broken bastard.
watching his life burn.
his only crime being born,
into a cruel world,
full of thorns.
No one calls him son.
Once a poor infant,
came into the world,
with all his dreams intact.
But they shattered and shriveled.
The storms prevailed.
He didn't choose his fate.
He wanted to be more,
to achieve all he could aim at.
But he gave up the faith,
too soon, it got too late.
He grew up into a beast,
thriving on crimes just to live.
He knew not love and tasted it not
He rode on the wrong path,
got arrested at last.
The Court arose.
He was charged,
sentenced to die by the rope.
His last moments came.
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The hangman stared into his eyes,
What is your last wish?
He requested for his mother,
She came forward.
With tears in his eyes,
fear and regret in hers.
She came come closer to him,
He yelled 'see you in hell'
and bite off her right ear.
With her blood in his lips,
the rope took him.
Everyone looked at his corpse,
dangling side by side.
Chai! It touched me on reading this your poem! Nice one bro. Keep it up!!
Thank you