The Bondage of Death

Death had tied up my wrists the day I dawned,
With a thick rope
And had dragged me along
On the tortuous ways of life
Going wherever it had willed
Laughing at nothing in particular
And minding not
The laments and the cries
That I lashed out at it
Trying to tell it to stop it 
As I am suffering and paining!

Pray, life is ruled by Death
As it hovers over us
Doing whatever it wants to us
Leading us to uncertainty
And having us merely submit to it
As if it were our Grand Master
And we, its submissive slaves!

Death, cried I
Enough! I have had enough,
The skin on my whole body is blistered
And blood is oozing out from every nook
I feel so cold, so hurt,
So abandoned, so lost,
Death, please, stop this agony that you are
Making me go through
Stop it
If ending it would give me comfort,
Pray, then such is what I seek
And have been seeking all the time
You have been playing this cruel game with me!

But, if ending it would simply have me
Tangled in another one of your games,
Then, I wish solely to turn into nothingness
Where I would enjoy the silence of eternal darkness!
Why,
After what you are making me go through,
I am sure that darkness would feel like a bed of soft candy!

Untie me, Death,
I know not why you hate me so much,
Why you make me suffer
I have been through enough of it already
And I seek your pardon!

Pray, listen, turn not your deaf ears on me
Untie my wrists
And give me
My freedom!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2019