What Went Wrong?

satishverma

In twilight,
the noose tightens─
and shadows start walking
towards you; to reclaim
your anonymity─
and declare in deadpan manner:
the author is dead.

Your smallness goes
on sale. You are subjected
to scrutiny by the small print, but
the truth escapes from lidless eyes.

A private punishment.
There was blood on the knife.
Why did you write a
sanguinary poem for your savior today?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2016 22:43
  • Category: Nature
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  • willyweed

    I really like this, excellent poem. ww



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