Dreamer

Amidst tossing waves of the tide,
All alone by the ocean side
Silent and desperate, sat a man,
With hollow eyes and empty hand.
His body scarred by marks of crime,
And his mind, lost in tranquility of time.
He thought of his loved-ones,
In bitter tears he moaned at his wounds.
As the wind blows harder,
His torned-heart beat faster.
When darkness dawned to daylight,
No longer could he sit tight;
For in him left, no courage to face
Another day with same tract and trace.
Destined by fate to kill
And forced by poverty to steal;
'Life is unfair' he thought aloud,
His soul, now, flying high tempting the clouds.
Should he die, who else would bother?
Who cares when he faltered?
After all, he's just a dreamer
And too, a murderer.