To some, the greatest healer
To some, something to bide
To some, something to kill
It has never really waited for one.
Me, I have killed
so much of it
that I am tired.
And now that I am tired,
It has regrouped and gathered strength
And its coming back to me
with an unprecedented vengeance.
I am the resigned general
with my troops surrounded
Do I surrender?
Or do I fight till I die?
Does it really matter?
Alas, the foe won't accept a surrender.
Befallen on the general
is the onus to fight
but my troops are running helter-skelter with fright.
Like an omen it looms on my head,
Won't rest a quantum of self
till he sees me dead.
I wait for the assassin
It approaches in silence
But I can sense
his growing confidence
as to me he marches.
He'll get me in the end,
of that I am sure
Because he got them all
who were much stronger than me.
There was a time
we were best of mates.
Worked together
for both our sakes.
Now, it seems, he blames me
For, I know not what
but so much wrath
can't be without a cause.
"Why me?" I could cry
"Why not?" he would reply.
I wait not for a gesture of his hands.
For my assassination is by my own hands.
2 comments:
Good stuff! I like
p.s.: can u pls remove this word verification from ur comment system. no malicious software will try to comment on your blog..
yeah zinque. thanks for pointing that! its done. now i shall be flooded with comments :D
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