The Sinful Life

And she lived a sinful life,

Not happily a day but thousand burdened cries.

Wrapped in sachets of bloody pain,

She texted her life forever like that.

Nobody knew the backstage personality of hers,

And she the sufferer carried on living so on.

Everyday regrets she muddled in wonders of life-going challenges,

And forever she was trapped

In her sinful moments flash back in dark memories.