Malady

Malady

When you’re the bait, the prey,

God’s sacrifice for all grievances

Explicit victim of all vices

And hurt over and over.

Sometimes everything feels unreal

Like a dead person with lost senses yet very much alive

Dying to feel, wrap around every emotion

Every memory, every touch, every notion -

But it was all blood and flesh.

It hit, like thunder

Back again, where I was

Hands shackled, deep down in the dark

 Praying a key would fall, the sky would rip apart,

And I would get rid of the thorns binding my heart.

I was a rescued corpse

And soon was fed the elixir

The thorns fell apart, and a void overflowed.

Sweet poison

Deadlier

Better were the shackles,

Restrained with thorns,

Longing and grieving.

I fear myself

What if I’m addicted to pain?

To wounds and soreness,

To the nightmares and mess,

To the emptiness and the burning aches of the heart?

 

Riddhi Chakraborty