Last Resort
He quickly took his left hand behind
it appeared as though he was trying to hide.
I pulled his left hand towards me,
but he refused when i badly wanted to see.
Later he let me see ,
after i begged him to show me.
Gross! That was horrible I thought,
there were scars , infact a lot.
Each scar had a story,
deep and hard to carrY,
with pain and worry ,
I posted my query!
WHY , WHY , WHY was all I kept asking,
he stood still without talking.
A tear drop ran down his cheek,
I never saw him cry or weak;
As he cried it out, the story started to leak,
for him to get back and see him smile was all i seek.
It took him so much of tolerance,
I couldn't let go in ignorance;
If i hadn't seen him now, i would have ended up in his condolence,
To hold on to someone I love spoke for my arrogance.
As I promised, i wouldn't let go of him in any situation,
but he neither listened to any of my explanation.
All he said was that he had to leave the world now,
I got the dagger, held it right to my chest and said without me HOW ?
I was his LAST RESORT and he was my destiny .
Copyright © Gayathri Rhamakrishna | Year Posted 2016
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