This Tiring Game Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

This tiring game
Of hide
And seek
My life
Takes
An ominous
Leap
Another
Hurdle
Another chase
When will
I
Reach
End of
This race.
Filtered sunlight
From canopy
Of leaves
Tries to thaw
My flesh
Is still raw
While up my spine
The cold does creep.

You left me
On the ocean shore
High tide did suck me
I am just, skeleton
And gore

So why did you
Come here just so close
When you had to go
Leave me at dead end road.
Nalini