Hindsight, a poem by Abhinav Aradhi

 

Hindsight

I was naive to think

That this could be any other way.

I was such a fool,

To dream of a better day.

 

One simple word,

And it’ll all fall down.

All of our lives, toppled over,

Frowns all around.

 

You’ll curse me,

And disown me,
And kill me,

Without lifting a finger.

 

Oh, you’ll hate me.

You’ll be filled with vitriol,

Scorn lining your eyes,

It’ll be a hellscape of a house here.

 

I’ll be gone when the

Clock strikes eighteen.

Goodbye to me, you’ll say,

And goodbye to the black sheep.

 

My little sister, she’ll miss me,

But will you? You utter fools.

You’ll throw all this away.

I’ll be the perennial failure.

 

I don’t need you,

I’ll fend for myself.

You’re just vultures, scavengers.

Society’s a wolfpack on the prowl.

 

You said you’d always love me.

I look back now with rose thorn-tinted glasses.