Victim Of My Own Past

With the echoes of myriad mistakes in my head,
I  walk through the skeptical path,
answers unknown to where am I led,
here I stand as the victim of my own past.

Lost at all points of authority,
the sound of broken cracks painted in my thought,
need a place to find the broken pride and integrity,
here I stand as the victim of my own past.

Consumed beneath the guilt of broken expectations,
insomnia is all I have got left,
haunted by nightmares of my own reflections,
here I stand as the victim of my own past.

Inside me, perished trust in god I  found,
belief of my existence felt apart,
like legacy of a king left unbound,
here I  stand as victim of my own past.

When at times I  look behind,
can’t retrieve a moment to cherish,
five feet beneath earth will  I  find?,
but I ’m waiting for my time to perish.
Here I’m the Victim Of my own past.

Baleshwar Singh