Vexations of Erstwhile Containments
The light had shone directly and brightly in my face
I followed it, and learnt the truth about my place
Now, I have become a vibrant, burning flame
Red with passion, but angry, all the same
Thoughts then approach me when I do not think
Automatically, I feel things that bring me to the brink
I ask myself “why? Why, so strongly do you feel?”
Is it because of all of the history of ordeal?
Is is the devils that stand above and dictate the norm?
Or is it simply because of my past that’s left my heart worn