Whodunnit
It is a whodunnit
This Is a mystery
The question is
Who killed me?
Was it my brother
My sister or my mother?
Was it my dear father,
Was I smothered by their love
Or stabbed by their rules
Was I shot by a volley
Of advice that I disagreed with,
Was I drowned in my own
Uncontrollable emotions without
A breath of logic or humility?
The question is
Who killed me?
Is the murder weapon
Hidden in that shed I worked
That billion dollar factory
that stole my time,
Chained me to the chair
And gagged me with protocols,
And kept me churning out
More fodder for their brickwork
In exchange for a small fee
funding my personal needs.
Is my boss sat there smiling
At his deeds, as cold death crept
Over me?
Perhaps the noose was knit
By the devil that lives
In the social chain
Pretend friends, neighbours
Some on social networks,
wielding their own unseen weapons?
The question still remains
Whodunnit
Who killed me?
Still and cold
Lying across the bed
In a pool of despair
My flickering mind,
Had an answer coming through,
The person who killed me
Was one who lived through blame
Closed the door on luck
And wore the place down
In constant complaints.
The person who killed me
Was most likely me!
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