Warning*
so you did it
you were brave i see
guess i still had a little urge to live then
didn't i? i did
i was scared of the pain
of the final moments
i didn't want to vomit my guts out
when the rope was to
rip my throats,
i couldn't call out for someone
when the poison
churned my stomach walls
so i waited
i waited till i had no patience left
for the little light at dawn
though in the end it didn't give me enough hope
and so i took a nap
as i couldn't die
a long nap till people noticed
i cursed them with the vocabulary i was left with
i couldn't look at their faces, and their default expression
so took another nap
then another
and yet another
i waited for an apocalypse to hit
i waited for 2012
or some news headline saying
"mindless people are dead. now you can safely come out of your rooms"
and i lived
bet i wasn't scared of leaving
i knew i was in the wrong place
among the wrong people
i couldn't keep up the pace
mourning for the things
I'd get in the future
the future which is the present now.
YOU ARE READING
about a queen
Poetrywhere she writes about people or places or incidents that influence her in unique ways or just makes her bitter and make her think, in a way shaping her.
