I contemplate about renouncing
My duties that bonded me,
Answerable to a force beyond.
My mortal sight, my moral insight.

Minutes prolong to hours
Yet these rhetorical questions remain
Unrequited of a response,
The heart knows what the mind denies,
Still deep within my heart, coursed
A raging fire of ethics-
Viscously touching, progressively blazing
My moral stand, elusively into embers,
Viciously stirring its cinders all over again
To make me succumb to depraved arty urges
As it scorches me in its ceaseless flames.

It was only yesterday, I remember
That my words were exalted,
My existence glorified.

But today, nullified.
Echoed from the pinnacle
As art’s shrine in a time not long before,
Is now but a ruined temple spire.

What was once
A palanquin bearer
Has become a pallbearer
For my coffin of creativity!