The Death Of The Monster Poem by Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

Sadness had seeped in through his pores
Entrenched itself like a leech
Sucking the last vestiges of joy
It cascaded in waves
It hollowed his bones
It mocked the life, whatever was left in him
It drenched his senses
It crawled with multiple feet
And made a spiderweb in him
Trapping any joy that may have passed onto him
The seven headed serpent of depression hissed and danced
Laughing at the porous skeleton of his wants and desires
It sucked out his desire to live
It emptied his soul
It feasted on his remains
It toasted on his carcass
The sword cut into his flesh again and again
It delighted on sipping his droplets of blood

Go back, you monster! !
From this moment, you flee! !
Ride on the wings of the wind and get blown away
We have swept away the cobwebs
We have uprooted your fangs
This is the house of a poet's soul
Gentle and elevated
You cant soil it any more
You cant devour on it anymore
Move out, you snake!
We will throw your carcass
And let the vultures feed on you
We will not grieve on your death
Just smile......
And let the sunrays touch him
Let the warmth seep through him
Let the long forgotten smile touch his lips
And the spring of joy enter his life