Debt

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