A Sinner's Heart

with every step
a bold thought
and dutch courage
from the wine he bought

walking through
the mocking woods
in the dark
when the moon stood

every stone
and every turn
mapped in mind
real and firm

a mile he walked
still half way through
with lifeless staring
his fears grew

on every dead
leaf he stepped
it cried for life
then back to death

he hid his head
under his hood
comforting him
trying to seclude

at last he reached
his cozy hut
putting off
the smoking bud

he waved his hand
through the cloud
and stepped inside
shouting out loud

"look what i got
for me and you!"
the orphan snatched
the bun and chewed

sniffing the smoke
but uttering none
just gulping down
the lively bun

then he took
some fruits out
then started telling
everything about

how he stole
and who he tricked
almost caught
then how he flicked

the child didn't know
of what he spoke
but in that limited
fruit eloped

the man sipped the wine
then gave him some
so he wouldn't sing
the crying song

putting his small
stomach at rest
he child did fall
unto his bed

silent breath
a dreamless sleep
wiping all
thoughts he'd weep

the man glanced
at the sleeping child
through his red
and teary eyes

mixing memories
with his sight
of the very day
he found light

light that put
his darkness out
of loneliness
and of doubt

the child back then
was half the size
his eyes could switch
even sinners to wise

the man took him
in his arms
from the road
near the farm

when he had been
chased by some
whom he had cheated
all at once

the child was missing
a leg and an eye
he couldn't even run
from the pain and cry

the man took him
and brought him home
gave him a bath
and his hair did comb

the child didn't say
just simply smiled
coz' no one had
ever been so kind

he loved him like
his own son
till the blunt
'today' had come

he again stopped
to hear his breath
the child unknown
to the forthcoming death

he took out the bundle
of the notes well kept
put it next to
the angel bearing bed

he then bent
and kissed his eye
bidding the child
a silent goodbye

he knew his life
had reasons none
but to multiply
all wrong he had done

he wanted to die
to do good to all
he slit his wrist
his eyelids did fall

soon did come
a friend of his
panting and shaking
and watching all this

holding the wretched
letter in hand
of the suicide
the man did plan

what he saw
was both asleep
and one of them
did cold blood weep.