The poetic side of me ... another of my few poems

The following piece of poetry is a prize winning poem at the SHRISHTI college fest which was held in St.Anne’s College Bangalore. It describes about the life of a youth who spent his youth on unnecessary freedom !

YOUTHFUL TRAGEDY

He had a privilege accorded to none of his peers,
So he sat there daringly waiting to die,
And I guess, it was well deserved, as,
The life he led was nothing but a lie.

A blurred image of tears with sight,
And then to a complete vision,
Of metal bars ahead, stone walls behind.
It just seemed a consequence of a weird reason.

Haunting voices of remorse and regrets,
Desire to live clean again burnt within.
His life, now just a dream, and death quite clear,
Survival for existence seemed dim.

Rock and roll, alcohol and drugs,
Was either his imperative or lust.
Time seemed to be in his in hands,
Until it blew him away like dust.

It was then narcotics on his mind,
He was eighteen then, with a future untold.
Never a worry or ever seemed sorry,
Arrived the death, of the life he couldn’t hold.

Freedom seemed a distant reality,
Death was quite certain.
Six serial murders his only due,
The life he smoked, his sins did chew.

Now an hour and dead he will be,
Leaving an impact of his youthful life to see.
He leaves the world, warning the youth one and all,
Or like him simply death will call.

----Mithss