The Outcast

An outcast An outlaw whose only crime was to be finally free Demons screaming in his ear Voices so loud that passersby could hear if they were near Daunting spirits. Recycling his hopes and shredding his dreams He so much craved the elixir of life. Wanted to be fine and hear the torments no more The sleepless nights. The solemn silence. The echoes of doubts. The piercing cries. He wanted to shut the jaws of fear Wanted to close the bridge of hurt and recurrent rejection. Want to scream out the pains of visiting dismay So he mixed the toxic drink Brewed it into a smearing concoction And he,with hands trembling,took the perfection mixed juice. And then felt himself slowly drifting away Then he knew that he was finally free . But was he??