Night on the borderline

Hazy eyes, dim-lit skies, an abyss susurrating with lullabies,

I walked over the borders on this sleepless night,

Misplaced stacks, cross-lit tracks, a glass house seemingly void of cracks,

My mind took one step forward, only to go three steps back.

So, I kept walking, carefully,

For loneliness begets solace.

An unwarranted guide, tormented pride, a sheep inside of a wolf's hide,

I grew tireless as my ambitions fell short of the winner's tide,

Nurtured sins, lucid dreams, a mistake moulded at the seams,

The bleak, blurry lights flickered like a flame in the wind.

So, I kept walking, miserably,

For love couldn't retrace.

For hope couldn't find me when I travelled across time,

For ropes couldn't bind me when I wandered into this crime,

I was a vagabond of the night, walking the borderline

Till the borders were broken and so was I.

Shaikh Sabik Kamal is learning to adopt poetry as an escapism from the daunting reality. He's eager to take a look into your mind at sabik2005kamal4787@gmail.com