- Sampada Sharma
The time draws nigh and I dig two graves with the rain pelting me from above
The volley of water rolls off my body in waves of which I feel I am unworthy of
The rain cannot wash away my past, cannot clean my slate – no exemption
For I have sinned and have strayed from the path of redemption
Inferno of rage burns within that refuses to burn out
Heart and soul charred and yet the anger still persists all-out
My sin stains my skin – a permanent tattoo that speaks of anger and vengeance
That speaks of a need for revenge and settling of scores
A need that is slowly choking away my life
Slowly choking away any reason to live this cursed life of mine
The anger is heady and no balm soothes my mind
And the only comfort – the only solace I can find
Is that soon I will bring his death along with mine
And the darkness that clouds my mind will dissipate
The fire reduced to embers – a death by my choice
A death by my hand !!!
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