Debt
I owe you 50.60 in debt
Which, turning into an inward grudge
might serve as a nudge
Keeping you cling to life with an unrequited regret
Alas! It proved too weak a straw of mind
You waned away, leaving a fortune behind
And you never come to claim it in your afterlife
Is there ever any souls, I wonder, still in strife
It is want that keeps the world go round
Just as vacuum of tomb sucks life underground
An unsatisfied desire
Is the seed of life’s fire
When drought is quenched
Who needs to be drenched
Dead account paid off, we are no longer bound
love or hate, none to be found