Post #5831

In Love With Death I am crying to release myself From the shackles of death; My tears are turning into vapors Against my warm cheeks That are burning because of The salt in my oozing sweat. I am barely able to take a step; And yet I am pushed to walk To feel the bruising pain of The fetters around my ankles. Holding an old and rusty cup Of a few gulps of dirty water, And walking with clumsy steps, With my hands inside the cuffs: Which are designed such that The fingers turn hard and stiff; They cannot clasp anything Except for heavy rocks of burden. After a lifetime of carrying them I am thrown in a deserted land Like an unfed defenseless animal. My mouth is parched of thirst, And I cannot even bring the cup To my lips as it cuts my wrists That will make me bleed to death. I want to take a few breaths To live a few moments more, Even in this dying hope To get a glimpse of you. Because you know my darling, You are worth dying for. Even a hazy memory of you Adds a drop of life in me. It is time; I surrender to death By getting fed into the inferno. I shout and scream for mercy; My screeching throat tears open Until it exudes tiny drops of blood; But they are vaporized instantly Due to the blaze of the raging fire. But something flashed before my eyes A moment before my last breath; Then I smiled and embraced my end. With you always by my side, I was never left alone! You were my guardian angel. So I was not unfortunate after all: To have no bonds, no memories, No sorrows, no joys, no love - A life without struggles or feelings! If I had absolutely nothing to lose, I would have left empty-handed With nothing to leave behind, Except for loneliness and regret. Instead, I realized how lucky I was: With my share of love and joy, I had something precious to lose, Something which I left behind; That made my life worth living. © Amit Herlekar #poetry#review