By Fiza Pathan
Darkness closes in on the day
And the gross night envelopes
The sun of righteousness.
I’ve opened up a Pandora’s box
And I know now
More than I knew previously.
This makes me fear the dead
And live in the shadow
Of a creature I cannot understand.
What prevents me from deciphering
The puzzle of eternity?
Who is this soothsayer
A man of God or a villain most vile?
What have I done to deserve such awful misery?
The demon searches for me and clings to my heart.
Rid me of this devil who torments my very soul
I cannot comprehend anything
While he lives to pressurize me.
Blood I see now everywhere I go
And I too bleed for this lost soul
Because I am too rank.
Begone worthless piece of flesh
Begone from me and leave my sanctuary in peace.
I’m a humble worker
And I don’t want to delve in evil.
Begone ghoul before the night comes.
Son of Man come to my aid
In this hour of temptation.
Son of Man wash and cleanse me
From this reeking blood that covers me.
Cry to the heavens, take the stake
And lash out at my tormenter.
I am crowded on all sides
By the ghost of the pages I read.
Begone slave of darkness
Before I lose my mind to the night.
Copyright © 2014 by Fiza Pathan
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