Floating from room to room
Shackled legs heavy
Stretched palms bloody
Drained in impending doom.
A Macbethian colour hangs in the air
Accusations convict the lizardian brain
Fear and guilt looms dark
The season breaks in fiery bits.
Shrouded being, a carcass lives
Routines played in a mimed stage
Step by step the soul crushed
in unsaid judgements
that cling unseen
Dragging the soul in invisible chain.
Claws reach out tearing the skin
Past raises its shadowed hood
In the shadow is present a fearful tomorrow
Bound by the skeletal frame.
poem copyright @ mridula das
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