Saturday, January 11, 2014

Pain

I feel the pain the world has brought to us
Astoundingly not numb am I to this silent torture 
Not yet, or not so nimble in joining the class
Blissfully ignorant of the subtle overture

Wishful thinking as introspect and regret 
A burnt child, should have perhaps been a little circumspect 
Leave it not to destiny and not a tinge of fret 
But a plethora of remorse for a crime I indeed did abet