Surrender. Poem by Bhaarat Kurda

On a crossroad-standing still,
Struggling to choose,
The path is uncertain,
Need strength and a will.

Past has brought me to this,
Something that I never wished,
The sins, found their way back,
They haunt me now.

The mind has shackled me,
Making decisions it seems fit,
I am a puppet pulled by the strings,
Dancing to devil tunes.


Silhouttes I see,
The punishments are coming,
I seek salvation,
Yet consequences I can't evade.

Here it comes, terrifying me,
Time to conclude my sins,
I bow down as a sinner,
I stand up with deliverance.