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
Sucking the life
Out of me
Since my very existence!
To my unformed identity
Ever since I was breathing!
You penetrated your way,
Like a truth omnipresent
Feasting away on my soul
My flesh, my blood
And I meekly surrendered
Bleak and bewildered,
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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Let go off me
There have been golden days, so beautiful
We had held hands and walked the miles
There have been raging storms, merciless
We have stemmed the flow of water, stopped it from gushing in
Oh those moments of serenity,
Wrapped around our conjoined hearts as we trudged along
Time ticked on with a vicious speed
And now that I am shriveled with this disease:-
Cannot help but I am aged
As I read through the final page!
Am I wrong for not wanting you with me in this?
You can shout but I am not that selfish!
Your tears make me bleed but together no more
As the raging waters splash across the shores,
In search of solace I look right in your eyes,
And that makes it so hard to say goodbye!
The right never seemed right
For I was never sober;
I swaggered on in my life in splurge,
I was in fifth gear!
The pomp and the splendor
Was actually pandemonium:-
But little did I understand,
Inebriated, I was self-damned
Boozing my way to the morning again
Red and black tarnishing my eyes,
The alcohol sucked my life’s breath
More than I could ever surmise!
And I thought I was celebrating life
Dismissing the hurt and the pain with glee
As I drank to my ignorance
Bathed in my sordid moral apathy!
The ethanolic smog grasped my soul!
Being giddy gave me solace!
Drenched in vile intoxication
I was the ignominy on the face of grace!
And that was the moment I collapsed
I was cold and the world was quiet.
A sated heart or a disgusted subconscious
Or both of them engrossed in a fight-
Immaterial, as the malevolent alcohol
Fulfilled its destiny, accomplished its role:-
I had already drank my way to false glory
No more was in store for the savaged soul!