Sane Struggler

A hard struggle,

Tangles opened years after

As he sat on his high chair

Waiting for dine at the table

Back then,

The 15-year-old remained with shyness,

Along with insecurities,

Abandoned himself like the

Caterpillars of a ball.

Stepped upon

Rambled down

Cut down

He stood up broken.

Several pieces bleed away,

Remained just his mortified soul and 

The trembled heart.

No lesser than the dead mind,

He laid with the secrets buried

Under a heap of dried leaves,

Stressed often, blew all of a sudden

Where the stone-hearted souls

Arose with the wicked mind

In the world of sanity

He remains the deadly sane.

And now

The arose soul stands high

 in negativity

Proud of devilish deeds in 

Angel form.