as my fingertips scrape a portion
squeaking in pain aloud
drowning my echoed thud
of tears that fell to my bare feet
hanging in midair
with the motionless eyes wandering
away to the bloodbath around
When the suffocated moth colours me.
He was walking briskly to reach on time,
Leading swiftly through the speeding cars and bikes.
He could hear his heartbeat thumping loudly,
Admist the chaos and slogans the rioters shouted angrily.
He had to be there for his family,
They needed him the most in this moment of misery.
His clothes were soiled with dust and sweat,
He was shivering with pain as if his legs were cut.
He jumped over the wall to get home early,
Gulping down the guilt to see dead bodies that were murdered brutally.
He was finally home as he quickly banged open the gate,
But THAT MOMENT was destined as his ill fate.
He was hammered down by some guys with a sickle and iron chains,
Bleeding profusely he fell down to see his family lay dead with slit veins
That moment stole away all his hopes and was mercilessly left to die,
That moment was a curse – for no fault of his – that caused the reason for his pyre!!!
Darkness set in, Fear crept in,
a sudden jolt that i was struck,
Was wishing for some luck.
But it was too late…….
was already laying down in a dying state.
Concerned about my family who were besides me,
Prayed to God, to really spare me.
But DEATH ain’t anyone’s friend,
gave a wicked smile , his gory hands he lent.
Heard My Momma sobbing loudly,
“Darling Son, please don’t leave me alone!!!”
Suddenly feeling helpless and worn,
only testimony to this sorrow was the tears that flowed.
At such a young age, I am going to die,
but still had a whole life ahead to spare.
“Why me???”, I questioned,
But no one answered.
Like a small baby, Momma cradled me in her arms,
her eyes swollen red hid her beauty charm.
Couldn’t move my hands or legs even a bit,
struck with an excruciating pain each time I did.
Gasping for breath and fighting for life,
All that I managed was spitting out a lot of blood,
surely knowing now that it was time……..
Seconds were moving slow,
feeling every heartbeat that turned low.
Burdened with heavy rock on my head,
and huge thorns that were piercing into my chest.
Succumbing into the deep darkness,
I closed my eyes…….
Listening to the now Feeble cries , the blanket of darkness softly covered my body.
Silence —–and stillness made me numb,
A Dying Soul was now no more……..
Copyright ©2011 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life
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P.S: Mystery About A Dying Soul published in the Book “” Puppet on a String“” by Barry Mowles, Destiny to Write Publication.
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