Sorry For Not Making Through

By Abdul Kareem

twenty-five months have passed by 

i left them eventually, worn solitude 

few called me back, but seldom did I 

never a strong friendship, never a feud

they turned the pages, and wrote new chapters

but i could never move on, held by dreary factors.

somewhere in the tedious-monotonous journey 

the sense of being trapped by my own shaky hands 

hits frequently when i'd beg for my own mercy 

upon myself to not end it for no future plans

who once was a gifted neat kid has now all his abilities torn 

and the comeback seems nowhere, but dare had he sworn 

reluctantly he tries and fails, what once shined now seems worn 

at every minor inconvenience he'd wish he was never born 

"...maybe i deserved this, but my parents didn't."

a coward for this worldly life, praying daily for death 298394 times 

i'd never decipher what life encrypts 

could not make a lemonade of all the limes

and now persisting to move my frozen lips

can't continue to exist anymore, can we just end this? 

i'd mourn until my soul ascends 

leave the lingering lost life behind, and end

the melancholy of this aborted life, in repentance 

like a period to an unfinished sentence.

By Abdul Kareem