“dead life”

This poem I wrote when I was in a terrible mood with no prospect of feeling happier…

DEAD LIFE

Just when everything was supposed to get over, fate turned our lives upside down again

Like a fool, I was expecting an end, a sense of closure and then…

What was supposed to be a salvation, turned into loss…and pain, oh, the pain!

It was sheer torture, except it was worse than that…much worse.

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I was the light that flickered before being completely consumed by the shadow

I tried to be a part of the dark, hoping to overcome them…the harbingers of my doom

But try as I might, I was unsuccessful, a misfit like dead flowers in a meadow…

But you…you who could’ve got us away, sat there like a helpless child.

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I might’ve been alive today…I might’ve been whole. Oh hell, I might’ve just been human!

Of what use is your pity now? It won’t bring me back; it won’t erase away my horrors…

You knew…you knew how indispensable you were for me, like to a cow its rumen.

Yet, despite all the warnings, you took away my life…left it in their hands like a piece of charity!

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Oh! I wish I could show you your true colours… the real face hidden behind that impenetrable mask

Alas! The most that I can do is to haunt your very existence…

Don’t get me wrong, I would do it gladly…would torture your thoughts so and make even survival for you, a task…

But, my soul refuses to heed my brain…it refuses to run the risk of becoming hollow on your account…

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What would you care? You would happily destroy my soul, like you did my thoughts, my desires…my heart

Why was it so easy for you to deceive me…to leave me to rot in that hell?

Why couldn’t I have just walked away from it all, as easily as you did? You threw me away like I was a cheap piece of art

And now, look at you…successful, rich, powerful, surrounded by all the things that you cherished so much

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 You don’t even have a second to spare for repentance, for a glimpse into your former life…

And yet…your soul seems to be trying to influence you…to turn you human again…

I wish I could help, but I am helpless …even in death, I seem to have no importance, just like a trophy wife…

Hence, from time to time, whenever you’re less of a monster, you shall find me at your side…a guardian angel of sorts…

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