A Chosen Death

I am dead for the loving strangers,
I am dead among the friendly crowd,
I have no more lovers, no more haters,
I am covered with an old abandoned shroud.

I have died to save myself from those who care for me,
I have died to abscond from the genuine praises showered on me,
I have died to stop anyone to finally decode me,
I have died to make others live without me.

But now I have died, nobody cared for me anymore,
Once an angel, now I am no more,
Maybe my charm have died with me, nobody remembered me anymore,
I am dead, for them, for myself, I am no more.

It was a mistake, I chose the death,
I always stayed in my coffin, not preferring to come out,
Numerous hands lent out to me, to help me, to lead me,
But adamant I was, as I always thought,
Tragedy will always give me meaning, a life,
But I am dead, completely lifeless, lying in my coffin,
An invisible one……………

K.S.Lakshmi
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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