last guilt

I craved for oceans, 
in the hope of freedom;
Assumed my demons,
were worst than my shadows;
Prayed every night, 
in hope of a better tomorrow;

Dimensioned my soul,
to fit in the view;
Walked counting my steps, 
blocking the light of paths;
Burdened my stars, 
with my sorrows;

Let go of who I was, 
because I thought I didn't deserve who I was;
Stormed my mind, 
with desires of irrelevance;
Put myself through fires; 
appreciating not walking on thorns;

Ruined the best, 
for the sake of want;
Killed the unknown, 
for the gifts of fear;
Loved the silence, 
to avoid empowering the voices;

Looked at sky, 
when I wanted to fly;
Named my ego,
as a worst pleasure;
Handled my cries, 
with darkest hands;

Felt my home, 
just another place;
Drowned in the well, 
my deserted hope;
Gave a piece of mine, 
but never took theirs;

And after all this,
it still feels wrong.