In a dark room without noise,

Plays a sinner with her voice.

The accused lament and sob:

I’m not guilty, is his fault!

The accusor angry speak:

Is it me that you critique?

Is it me that took lust for love?

Is it me that had forgot,

What she truly knows and feels?

Is it me that left the gods,

And turn deaf to their calls?

Is it me that lead by greed,

Only took and never give?

Is it me that was a monkey

Daily run for more money?

Is it me who gave up wisdom,

Is it me that was too lazy,

To unfold her gift and bliss?

Is it me that envy others

For the burning of their flame?

Is it me that made-up stories

And got lost in her games?

Writer with the soul of a poet. I'm trying not to take myself too serious. Deeply grateful that I can share my thoughts & emotions with you.

Writer with the soul of a poet. I'm trying not to take myself too serious. Deeply grateful that I can share my thoughts & emotions with you.