The Death
I meet you in
my own enigmatic and
heinous ways.
I take a part,
Or, the whole of your life,
without a hint.
People say I’m dramatizing it,
perhaps, just making it drastic.
Some call me insane.
People pray to not see me,
you even escape me, God,
do I love that little challenge?
But, you do wish for me
at some phase of your life.
I do not come to you when
you desire to have me.
I come to you,
when you are living the most,
like a rush of those painful memories
you tucked away safely
in the back of your mind. Surprise!
Not just that, I am also an addiction,
I am the pain that poets need,
the veil of darkness that makes the world
balanced, the depression
that makes you appreciate
the importance of someone.
I am the change,
that someone needed so badly.
Even though I am impetuous,
And unwelcomed:
I am astonishing.
I am a conundrum.
I am irreplaceable.
I am the truth you wouldn’t want to ever believe.
Lastly, to all those who blame themselves,
for meeting me, directly, or indirectly
listen: it is not you. It is them.
Written and Curated by Aadhya
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