I Couldn'T Let Me Die, Yesterday

I couldn’t let me die = The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid; the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating, are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me. A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz. I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment. And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing, is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension. He does not want me dead. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar