I was born with no voice or choice – like any man Trapped to the hybrid form Of my parent’s design – of their DNA Yet in death I found both – my own voice and my wishful choice Untainted by the greed of life And embellished by the freedom of my soul To fly…
Tag: Suicide
Saving
Too little charity Transacted in the currency of love Too scarce are selfless deeds Embarked from ports of the conscience Too little, too late To make a difference To a wandering soul In the perennial absence Of inhale Exhaled from life By the noose Of indifference
Suicide
She rustled To the tender pouts of zephyr And dislodged in abscission To a vortex of gravitation To be sedimented on the bed of history As a grain of amnesia
Suicide Bomber
In between the voice of unreason And the echo of detonation Rested a requiem of heartbeats Levitating souls and corpses left behind Amidst crimson drops and dust fogs, littering skin and teared flesh Wailing lungs and rallying sirens The culmination of a journey to the edge of reason Where sanity stood as the helpless hostage…