Title: A serial killer escapes jail and assaults innocent dreams.
It was my first attempt at haiku, which is now my favorite poem style. And the following lines personify our biggest enemy. It, or rather he, is a serial killer known to assault dreams and destroying many lives. Read “A Serial Killer” with Rees Gargi.
Clear as muddy sea
I’ll telltale of a killer
Who got caught but fled
Spring of hearts mastered
Got best of us he bastard
Then he killed our selves
He chanced our fine smiles
Left this unending distress
Crushed hope and then bailed
Soft hearts and kind souls
Ours that but turned to black coals
Burned then drowned then sold
One who that rules lives
make us tremble like leaves dried
and fear godly thrives
Dreams, Friends, Lots of fun
Children as we were pondered
Now mortgage, rent, runt
Under our nose he
pinching devilish fork teeth
bleeds ours good souls dead
Serial killer
Murdered our innocent dreams
Known as mister fear
He destroyed more lives
Then anything else that’s known
in the heart feels like
a kidney stone
PS: First attempt at this style of poetry, and did manage to get rid of regularity on the last line. But I loved writing it nonetheless.
Arigato!
Poem Abstract:
There is no literal physical existence of the serial killer I am talking about here. It is a personification of “Fear” as we know it.
This serial killer encounters individuals in an order, haunting their very souls and causing them(us) to doubt their(ours) very abilities. We all go through such a dilemma where we have to measure our priorities and obligations on one scale. And, like any mature person, we lean towards commitments and duties.
We need to do what is right, whether it means sacrificing our very happiness[1].
Yes, Fear is the killer, its vicious series of victims never ends. And for some reason[2], we neither ignore this emotion nor obliterate it.
Something to think about. What do you think?
[1] That’s temporary, as we humans tend to adapt and seek happiness (sort of) from our environment whenever available, even in tiniest of forms 🙂
[2] You can only be brave when you’re afraid. Otherwise, life is too easy a game.