A Confession Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

A Confession



You are all powerful, Death
Scared of you I am
Not because you will some day
Enfold me in your arms
But because you have the power
To take my dear loved ones

You don't realize, Death
How great a power that is!
Of a loved one whenever
You rob me
Round me I feel your arms
I know how cold you are

I think you don't have
Anyone to call your own
Why would you take mine otherwise
And not realize
How you cut me to the core
And leave me bleeding on the shore!

Monday, December 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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