The Regretful Thief

By Rohan Mathew

In the dead of night, my steps were sly,

A shadow, masked by darkness, I did pry,

Forced by desperate hunger, I stole and fled,

In a mood of darkness, my fate was led.

But now, remorse grips my troubled soul,

As I'm hunted by karma, a heavy toll,

Regret gnaws at my heart, a bitter sting,

For the path of thievery, a tainted thing.

I took what wasn't mine, a wrongful act,

My conscience now torments, a haunting fact,

The stolen treasure, a burden I bear,

Its weight on my shoulders, a constant scare.

Oh, the darkness that shrouds my weary heart,

As I wander aimless, torn apart,

Seeking redemption, a chance to atone,

For the sins I committed, to karma, I'm prone.

I yearn for forgiveness, a chance to make right,

To undo the wrongs, and find the light,

But my past haunts me, a relentless chase,

A thief's regret, a never-ending race.

So, I plead to the heavens, for mercy and grace,

To break free from this never-ending chase,

To find solace in redemption's embrace,

And let go of the darkness, in this remorseful place.

By Rohan Mathew