Diseased … Deceased

Let go off me
At least now
Now that I have died,
Can you spare my remains?
Oh you evil darkness
Take a sabbatical
Have you not
Had enough
Sucking the life
Out of me
Since my very existence!
Clinging
To my unformed identity
Ever since I was breathing!
You penetrated your way,
Didn’t you,
Like a truth omnipresent
Inside me
Persistently Subsistent
Feasting away on my soul
My flesh, my blood
And I meekly surrendered
Bleak and bewildered,
A puppet
To your forceful dominance!
My heart pierced
Over and over again
I died a thousand deaths
Before giving up
While you cherished
My epitaph: –
This was but a crown
On your head.

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