Everyone said to me that Death
would wear a familiar face;
I didn't expect it to be yours.
It is I you have been looking for
Then why did you come for him?
Everyone said to me that Death
would walk me into the night,
sparring any indignity.
But I have seen you linger
and enjoy the slow decay.
Everyone said to me that Death
will make you live your questions;
Instead you took away my answers
and left me alone in the dark forest,
running naked, away from you.
Yet, in this stillness
my stammering voice still seeks answers.
Srividya
Feb 8, 2017