Renegade I
There was a wound in my heart.
At first it was just a break in the skin.
I didn’t have time to tend for it.
I was busy.
If I graze my knee it heals in no time.
The same with my heart I thought.
I was right and I went on.
Till the day I fell from a heart that had bled itself to death.
Renegade II
I don’t know when I first realized it.
Not today for sure.
I am cursed.
Cursed in a life where people move about me
Jeering me, heaping their anger and frustrations
On me.
I have been trying to stand up
Pushed down again
But now
I can no more
Each time I try to pull myself up
Someone will take a swing at me
Stones pelted
Jeered and bruised;
bleeding and torn apart inside out.
I have now come to impasse
I curse you
Life of meaningless flutters and sheer incapacity
I
Pity the innocence that brought me
Not knowing
I was not thick skinned enough
To withstand everything that came my way
