Chapter One: The past

Cold sweat scampers and trembles along my neck,
taunting my peace,
leaving my thoughts in a utter wreck.
Destiny and dreams are a man’s desires.
But like all things that dwell,
it must depart and expire.
Hope dies a slow, sedated death of individual degrees.
It is like a green astounding leaf without its mother tree.
The leaf shrivels and pleads for its source of survival.
Only finds a man’s shoe to be its murderer
before knowing its rival.
My aspiration is similar to these forgotten leaves.
My soul claimed for what was to be mine,
fool to the word: thieves.
They stole my rights to untroubled memories and my youth.
My eyes suddenly opened to see the blinding ugly truth.
The sight of hideous crimes and the soreness of morality.
Worst they robbed my soul and I was no longer able to face reality.