Sad Defiance

Dark clouds gather
As old wounds fester
In a heart heavy
With griefs unknown,
Barren lands, yet to discover…
In a sparkless world –
Where tears do not rain,
Not anymore,
To ease some tension .
My pen, traitorous,
Refuses to bleed
Any more words,
On your stale paper.
Nor do pixels fall,
Like a sad game of Tetris,
To conjure up words
While your screen scrolls away…
Like how you look away
When your eyes lock
With the destitute, derelict,
Blank look of a vagrant.
If only papers could
Scream out, cry out
Or even whisper:
“Help!”
“Please!”
Would you truly listen?
Or be content with just hearing?
The spider Anansi,
Weaver of stories and lies,
Is now too tired
To hold these broken heart strings
Of a worn-out poet,
Refusing to wait any longer
For the final respite,
Seeking a sweet deliverance.
But the rebel lives on!
Sailing full sail without care
Towards an unavoidable void,
Mockingly depriving Yama of another soul,
Rope burns on his palms,
Instead of his neck –
Life’s hickey on his defiant hands,
For his subtle, silent act of courage;
Bleeding out his signature
On an ungrateful water;