I threw away my life for art and pleasure,
I watched as my career just flitted by
And ages later, now, I heave a sigh
Of time gone and the loss of every treasure.
I wish she loved me fiercely still
But Love’s caress, graze, we did toss;
A drizzle coats the windowsill
Embodying an earnest loss.
I’m an apostate, driven far from grace,
The woods are bleak, the mountains glacial and cold,
There’s nothing left for me to do or die for,
This wingless eagle plummets and doesn’t reach, soar,
I’ve lost all reason, every need to be bold,
I’m so far gone, why even save this face?
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)
You’ll find more of Nitin’s work at Fighting the dying light