Little I Knew I was Caged | Poem

In my grave,

You spoke of life I could have,

Without you or with you,

I’m unchangeable.

In my grave,

You spoke of never-ending pain,

I thought you joked about sublime sickness,

Without you or with you,

I’m suffering.

In my grave,

You asked to cage you,

Little I knew I was caged,

In the abyss of curses, sickness and life,

Without you or with you,

I’m in hatred.

In my life,

What I call you,

Sterling Queen, the reality,

Liebe, the wife,

Or,

Deathra, the mistress.

Words you know, I play with them,

And, all these make a mind,

Which screams of beauty of nothingness.

©Suraj Jangid

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