Oh! Mr. Reaper

Bottled up within the gasps, were his

Strangled his heart thumped hard for life

Moments of pain passed as weeks

Weakened by failure, but death he wished

Cruel, unforgiving the life he lead

Now some said, payback for those sins

Tethered, shredded his soul hung low

Just waiting to let go of all the sorrows

End, and end is all he dreams

Wanting that white light, the last breath to come clean

Tears flowed freely, moistened his face

Patched and bloated he still stood awake

Feelings and aspirations he cared none for

Hoping to deliver a life true no more

Maybe tomorrow, when he wakes up all new

Might he do something different and askew

Smiling, for now pain was his love

Waiting to get over, waiting to be shunned

Hope, he spat and happiness, he vomited

Your life is too good for me, he shouted

Go away, don’t look, I know I deserved

I just wait, wait for my reaper

Come soon oh mister dressed in black

Hold my hand and release me from this hell

Tethered, shredded his soul hung low

Just waiting to let go of all the sorrows

End, and end is all he dreams

Wanting that white light, the last breath to come clean

                                                                                              

Your Anger

It drives you mad, crazy and irrational

It fuels a hidden disgust of the reason

It darkens the morning and nights are set on fire

The roads are all bending and breaks are uncommon

Life gets small and the end seems near

When you were in anger the world stood in fear

Knowing not what horrible might you say

Knowing not what atrocities would you dare

Knowing not that it isn’t you who burns

You burn the world along and even little children

Breaking things helps you I know

China, vases and hearts all go

Fear gets instilled or dispelled from some

The latter is the worst for it shuts them up

I meant not to do- you would say at the end

But when are in anger only fireballs are in your hand

I know not what to do then

For when I burn, only remains are left

I wish for a day when anger wouldn’t define me

I wish for a day when anger wouldn’t char me

I wish for a day that I just would see

To breathe in and breathe out

To hold the fist hard and wait

Wait till it subsides and I get myself back

Hold the devil in me and win a fight within

I hope for you to be like me

But don’t for my anger is worse

I hope you’re never me

I sing ,I sing for merry soothes my soul

Then I laugh for do a soul I own?

I know not of tomorrow but angry I will get

Till then I breathe in and breathe out, hoping for the best.
                                                                                              

Let Go

Let go, the two most difficult

Words I have encountered

Let go of the past, let go of the cast

Let go of your friends, let go of dead ends

Let go of your love and let go of the pain

I can’t, I just can’t let these just go

I tried hard, followed distraction

Drank it up, and smoked it shallow

But mornings seem to bring them back

And till evening all tortured I am

Let go is what my new friends say

Let go is what my mother says

Let go the man in me commands

Helpless I run very hard

If only I could be a someone I’m not

If only I could change a time I’m in not

If only I could, I would let go

Till then it holds on tight to me

I hold on tighter, and I won’t Let Go