Kind giving tree

 

Behold the monster man

My memories remind how he killed 

How he killed his innocent brother

Then hid it and hushed it as best as he can 

And, while my soul is left alive, 

                              As the night-roaming demons still strive.

To  cut the throbbing heart

Right out of the hollow chest,

Making all belief

That the demons perceived best.

And as I shrieked a long and bitter cry

In toil weariness and pain

The most swollen eyes never dry

The thunderbolts that grow with fury, flash, and fly

The world is mournful with grief and pain

Turn it off, it comes again

Silent screams have been going on for years,

But it only falls onto deaf ears.

One to whom the examining Justice sure would cry

" Your honor, how long will be the delay

What makes justice stop and all wonder why?

Why am I denied and why does he roam scot-free

I suffer pain and the reckless, cunning Man roams blame-free

"Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others?"

The disease brought misery and agony

But struck life and soul

And soon holding on to happiness became like holding water in hands

Now I can't meet my everyday demands

The horrible death his brothers did die.

He's trying the same with me, have mercy Sir, says I.

The body has taken enough punishment 

Only Mum has provided nourishment

I feel sinful and broken

Hearing words that I thought will never be spoken

I always respected the judicial system now I want to be free

 After fulfilling my destiny

Then taking shelter in the other world under some kind of giving tree