A perpective of life

As the penitence drains drains the soul of feeling , it strives for blissful peace.

Slowly the mind gets ensnared in the cage of torment, like a helpless rabbit preyed by the wicked snake.

The knaves will pay for their sins once the daggers of justice rip through them.

As they wise say "let not the sun do down with your wrath".The agony is yet a balm to shape your life.

Forgive the cruelty, it takes someone with strength to forgive.

Yet never trust too easily for the clocks of fate might turn on one, leaving the taste of betrayal.