A God, Forsaken

By Avani Tiwari

I seek the light that abandoned me,

Never once looked back,

Yet demanded that I pray to thou.

But no, I don’t want to.

I don’t wish to see thou.

For when my tears filled the pail,

Thou stood there smiling,

Seeing my heart turn to stale.

As I witnessed the rain turn to hail,

And the hail raged into a storm,

All that thou did was ask me—

"Why don’t you sing?"

I quoted, “It reminded me of you.”

That you know,

I don’t wish to spend

A second, or a handful of life,

To remember you.

Though I still wish to sing,

A beautiful opera, a graceful melody,

But a horror ring

Was all that I could sing.

Don’t you ever feel sorry

For what thou have done?

Or is it the usual drill,

A human thou decided

To put in an urn?

Thou, who were meant to console,

Left in my image, a nasty hole. And even now

As grief continues to sweetly engrave on my bones, a hymn lucid,

Thou stand there smiling,

Still asking for songs,

From a soul that thou damnly wronged.

So no, I won’t sing.

Not for thou.

Not when the storm sounds more like me

Than thou ever did.         

By Avani Tiwari