Detained

I have nothing left to spill 
You have an excuse to kill
What's left of my withering form 
A mere shadow of existence

Nothing right goes unpunished
I knew well but could not resist 
The sweet taste of rebellion
It tempts many an honest man

I shall wait a century 
Six feet deep in the ground 
'til a few might understand 
My drive, my insanity

©Junaid Ullah. 2016