The Empty Poet
I
decided to end my life
Kill
that part of me which was my yesterday
For
however much I’d want it back
It
might come but would never stay
Its
memories plagued me and haunted my senses
It
spoke to me of milk white daffodils
Yet
all I saw about me were nothing
But
long rose stems with thorns and without roses
Wherever
I looked a familiar face beckoned
Were
I to touch it was but an apparition
All
that I held so dear and close to me
Was
now but an albatross round my neck
The
being within which laughed and smiled
Now
was stifling my very mind
The
love that had nurtured and kissed my soul
Was
now a gaping burning hole
My
tears had long dried out
My
emotions choked with numbness
I
not only had to kill my yesterday
I
knew I had to kill me
And
what did the world understand of life
But
words
They
never felt feelings or emotions
Just
words
I
did it then
Burnt
all my poems
I
don’t repent
For
life is poetic license
~Vikram C~
