With every dropp of grain falling <br />I grow closer to the end of the road <br />For what is beyond i cannot see <br />As for what has passed i choose not to <br /> <br />Shielded have i the wounds of the past <br />Yet they have bared their mark as scars <br />For all to see the damage caused to me <br /> <br />Black is the outlook of my future <br />For the path prescribed to me <br />Will surely bring me to unbearable chaos <br />Leading to the loss of a will in survival <br /> <br />Sadness consumed with every heart beat <br />As realization sets in the mental process <br />That a life destined for nothing but black <br />Will never have truly lived at all<br /><br />Sakib Choudhury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-61/
