Seven Pounds

By Shweta Sharma

I weigh down my chances

What options do I have

Every day there's a feeling

Feeling of me lying dead.

The jelly fish swims in the water

Refrigerator is filled with ice.

I am all prepared,

Then what's making me think twice.

That night flashes in my mind

When only one second it took

Only one second

But seven lives it shook.

And also, perhaps mine

For it was my mistake

I can't look past it ever

My soul forever it has raked.

Now quietly I lay here

in her golden arms,

Unaware when her delicate heart

Will sound the death alarm.

She says she wants to run

And travel the entire world

I wish I could go with her

But the flashbacks won't let me uncurl.

She has a kind heart

But it's dying every day,

And the guilt on mine is too much

I think it's time for me to sway.

I lie in the icy bathtub

Aquatic poison coursing in me.

I still can’t let go of the guilt

Even though bright light now I see.

So, I leave my eyes for a man whose heart is kind and noble

My liver for the lady, who’s always there to help others,

My house goes to the family who'll find a healing life there,

My kidneys to the kind soul with whom life played unfair.

My bone marrow to the little boy who has just started to smile,

My lungs to my brother so that the cancer mt. he could climb,

And at last, my melancholic heart

Will beat inside my lover’s chest forever

And free me of remorse and guilt

The second from my body it is severed.

I know I can't be forgiven

But the debt I hope I’ve paid,

Seven lives I took that day,

So now seven lives I've saved.

By Shweta Sharma