The lies your eyes tell
So many naughty tales
You tipped and fell
Got pricked by nails

How smart you turned
Faking each smile
You were a friend
Promised me a mile

I watched you suffer
In worst times of life
Helped you recover
With dedicated rife

Sad news came my way
You said, Goodbye
Days after days went by
My tears dried,
                          
                          Now I just watch the sky
                          For you left so soon
                          I still wonder, why!
(Dedicated to my Dear Bruce)

©sim

It was all faintly lit gloom
where her silhouette wouldn't betray
if she was sleeping or awake
amid the thick smell of disinfectant
the world debarred from the room.

I trust not one of you, she would say,
moving germs, a tribe of dirt,
that's what all of you are.

Countless times she would dress and undress
drenching herself with dettol
changed linen time and again
and her only pursuit of happiness
was denying even the closest an access
to evade disease only she knew.

Others would find in her
a diseased mind.

When she died
men were hired to burn her
and the celsius ensured
she had a germ free passage
to the next world.

as much as I crave warmth
I can't when
my veiws of the world
are much so
indifferent.