Caught in two worlds, the space between
Where light and dark reside but not seen
A place of disconnect from reality
Where the inner me is hiding silently
Present yet apart, trenched deep within
Contradictions arise, where sorrow begins
Laying submerged in confusion and strife
Despair besieged, I’m sinking in my life
My desperation builds to the point of pain
I sense the toll as I bear the strain
The loneliness of the two worlds I keep
Where I evoke these future and past dreams
Clinging to a hope that I’ll soon break free
I battle this internal war fiercely
Rising up within me a sense of truth
That I can find redemption, redemption from my youth
Tag: redemption
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Caught in two worlds
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Curtains of my guilt
As I sit in a room of many faces
Thoughts run through my mind
As they stare at me in judgement
The curtains of my guilt wrap around me in disgrace
Lies I have told, truths I have hid
The walls are crumbling, my secrets revealed
The accusations fly, as I seem to have no defense
The curtains of my guilt, tangle me in its grasp
Can I ever be forgiven, for the many deeds I have done?
Or be doomed to eternal damnation for my many sins?
Is there a way to turn back time, and away run
From these painful curtains of my guilt, weighing me down
As I try to face my inner demons, and look to the skies
The curtains of my guilt bind me, like a prisoner on trial
They show me no mercy, and refuse to let me go
Curses hang in the air, as I cry foul and woe
Maybe one day I will find my way to redemption
And throw the curtains of my guilt to the ground
My heart free of fear, and restored from the fires of hell
On that day my peace shall be found.accusations, defense, fear, Forgiveness, freedom, guilt, hell, Inner Demons, judgment, mercy, peace, poem, poems, Poetry, redemption, restoration, secrets
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Nocturnal Strife
In the dead of night, a young boy takes flight, A vampiric visage, a sinister sight. When the world’s asleep, and darkness reigns, He haunts the streets, igniting his pains.
His parents’ slumber, a veil to his crime, Their child transformed, a creature of time. A thirst for chaos, a hunger profound, In the cover of night, his victims are found.
At clubs and parties, where merriment chimes, He slashes and carves, in the name of his crimes. A twisted desire, a heart turned to coal, Leaving behind a trail of horror untold.
But within his soul, a conflict doth brew, Between light and darkness, the false and the true. A vampire slasher, a creature of strife, Trapped in the chaos of his double-edged life.
And like Peter Tosh, the rebel of old, A story untold, a truth to be bold. A struggle within, a fight to be free, From the darkness that binds, and the path he can’t see.
For the vampire slasher, in shadows he roams, A young boy lost in his twisted psychone. But redemption’s embrace, a glimmer of hope, May guide him back to the light on his scope.
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Break the Chains
Save me from me, I plead,
My own worst enemy, indeed.
Inner demons, I can’t break free,
Self-sabotage, my constant spree.
But I won’t give up, I’ll fight,
Redemption’s within my sight.
I’ll learn to love myself anew,
Break the chains, start anew.
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Light at the End of the Tunnel
My heart is heavy, burdened by my past,
But I won’t let it weigh me down and last.
I choose to focus on the good and the light,
And move forward with all of my might.
I have hope for a brighter tomorrow,
And a heart that’s no longer filled with sorrow.
I’m learning and growing, seeking redemption,
And forgiving myself with open reception.
Though my past may have been a struggle,
I’m choosing a positive outlook with a smile and a snuggle.
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Words Unsaid
The things I said, I can’t take back,
Words that cut deep, leaving a painful track,
Regret fills my heart, as I realize the impact,
Of the hurtful words, that I can’t retract.
I yearn for forgiveness, and a chance to make amends,
To mend the bridges, that I broke with my words, and make them blend,
But the damage is done, and the hurt runs deep,
And I don’t know how to communicate, or how to seek.
The things I said, haunt me every day,
A constant reminder, to watch what I say,
To choose my words carefully, and think before I convey,
The thoughts in my head, and the things I display.
But there is hope, in the power of apology and redemption,
To seek forgiveness, and make amends, without exemption,
To communicate openly, and bridge the divide,
And heal the hurt with the things unsaid, and the words that abide.
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The Gentle Grace of Love
She held no dagger to my heart,
No venomous words to tear apart.
With gentle grace, she held my hand,
And led me through a promised land.
With trust and hope, I followed her,
Her heart so pure, it did not stir.
A love so true, it seemed divine,
A bond so strong, it could not decline.
But as time passed, her love did fade,
A betrayal so deep, it left me dismayed.
The shattered pieces of my heart,
Were left in ruins, unable to restart.
Yet through the pain, I found my way,
A heartache that led to a brighter day.
Redemption found in the depths of sorrow,
A new beginning, with hope for tomorrow.
She held no dagger to my heart,
But love can still tear us apart.
Yet through the pain, we find our way,
And learn to love another day.
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The Burden of Bad Karma
Bad karma, a burden to bear,
A consequence we cannot repair.
The choices we make, the deeds we do,
Come back to haunt us, through and through.
Justice served, in due time,
The universe balances, in its prime.
What we sow, we shall reap,
A cycle of karma, we cannot cheat.
Regret fills our hearts, with each misdeed,
A burden we carry, with every bad seed.
But redemption waits, for those who try,
To make amends, before they die.
The weight of bad karma, heavy and true,
A reminder to be kind, in all we do.
For every action, has a consequence,
A lesson we learn, in life’s hard lessons.
Bad karma, a warning to heed,
A path to redemption, we can still lead.
The burden we carry, is ours to bear,
But with each good deed, we can repair.
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Fateful Rewrite
I wish I could rewrite my fate,
Regret consumes me, it’s not too late,
Redemption sought in each new day,
Reflection guides me on my way.
My past mistakes, a heavy weight,
But I won’t let them seal my fate,
I’ll chart a course, a brand-new slate,
And find the joy that I create.
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The Color of Hope
The Color of Hope
Hope hails from hues that heal hearts; A cascade of courage that color imparts. In darkness, a diffused glow, a guiding light, A rainbow of resilience that reignites. Renewed strength rising, radiant and ripe, Redemption rendered; a refreshed type. With the color of hope, all is not lost. Past becomes past, and future begins to emboss.
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Memories of My Unkept Promises
Memories of my unkept promises,
Haunt me like a ghostly apparition.
Regret and melancholy, my constant companions,
As I ponder my broken trust and failed ambition.Time has passed, and the house stands abandoned,
A symbol of the promises I made but never kept.
The weeds and vines now crawling up the walls,
A testament to the neglect that I’ve wept.But in this desolate emptiness, I find redemption,
And the hope of forgiveness begins to grow.
For even though my promises were left unkept,
The seeds of change were planted long ago.So I’ll tear down the boards and let in the light,
And tend to the weeds and vines with care.
For in this brokenness, I’ll find the strength,
To keep my promises and start anew, if only to repair.
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Running back to the past
Running, back to the past, with a heart full of regret,
Reminiscing on the memories, that they’ll never forget,
Reflections of mistakes made, and chances missed,
But a chance to return, to rekindle what’s dismissed.Recollections of times gone by, and moments that passed,
A chance at redemption, to renew what’s lost at last,
Running down that old street, with a heart full of hope,
A chance to make things right, and a chance to cope.
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The Lonely Heart’s Redemption through Love
The Lonely Heart’s Redemption through Love
Lonely heart, once broken and scarred
Shrouded in darkness, it seemed so hard
To find a way out, to see the light
But then love came, shining so brightA redemption story, a tale of hope
Where love’s embrace helped the heart to cope
With new strength and joy, it soared above
The lonely heart’s redemption through love.
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A Salvific Intertwining
A Salvific Intertwining
In the depths of despair, where shadows loom,
And hope seems lost in an eternal gloom,
A light shines forth, a beam so bright,
Guiding my soul back to the right.The intertwining of divine grace,
A saving balm for my broken race,
The healing touch that makes me whole,
Redemption’s story forever told.
© VishalDutia
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