I Deserve This


The Burning,
Churning,
Yearning
Lava
Racing in my veins,
Torching every bone of,
My being,
Poisonous gases of remorse,
Multiplying like
Cancerous cells,
Suffocating my soul.
I created.

Thick black steel walls of
this endless tunnel,
Closed to all
Sunrays,
Beaches,
Breeze, and
Seas, were
Built by me.

I chose this life,
You call it death,
I never dream,
Never scream,
Because I took the path to,
Where I am.

I don't appeal,
Because I am the judge.

To you it's fire;
To me it's bliss.
Do you see, Iris?
I deserve this.

~ Raj Jain ~

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