Netted

Netted is the heart,
In passing whirlwinds, caught,
Captured is the spirit,
Nabbed, petrified and apprehensive.

The accusations still ring, for sensitive is the soul,
They still pain, those words that didn’t scold,
But did something far greater,
They crucified, unbearable was the torture.

Simple words, they were, yes, you knew me well,
It took but talking words, you didn’t even need to yell,
To plunge me into misery, I am not head-strong,
When with pointed finger you did accuse, you told me I was wrong.

But please, look this way again,
Please reconsider, I don’t want my efforts to be in vain,
Everybody commits their mistakes, everybody errs,
Because erring is human, I didn’t mean what I did, I swear!

That’s why at midnight, when I’m tired and everyone’s asleep,
I still work, I build your sorry, I weep,
Because netted is my spirit, in so many things,
And it looks like all the vicious coils aren’t untangling.....

Until you forgive, my fingers, in frenzy shall write,
The same sorry, in many different styles,
Through pictures and verses, and hundred different poems,
I shall slowly learn life's greatest lesson.

12:07 24th December, 2009.