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Shruti Atri
Poems
Aug 2014
The Little Demon
I'm a steamroller on a highway,
Unstoppable, and gripped by craze.
'Get out of my way! I'm coming through!'
My vision's blurred, I'm trapped in a haze.
I swerve to the left, then swerve to the right.
Through the windshield, I see the moonlight;
Bright and shining; shining, bright,
Everything is coherent in that bright light.
The bang shocks the ride, and the glass shatters;
It's that rare moment of clarity...
The weeping bark is my destiny,
And I swerve again to meet the tree.
I've broken through my shell,
And I stand exposed.
So this is how the levee breaks...
I can hear the river barging as it explodes.
My crystal barricade has been breached.
There's no escape, there's no defense.
The night's conspiracy is in fruitition.
And I rest my case, cease pretense.
The moonlight was a gentle kiss,
On this night, it wasn't alone...
You were the target I was destined to miss;
I'd lost the mortgage for my time loan.
--
My number was up, I was your slave
Funny how that worked out
On saving you,
My core reactor burned out.
The little boy in the moonlight
Was the reason for my demise.
Were you my personal demon?
Or my salvation, my prize?
--
You devoured me, I worshipped you.
Then up you got, and there you left.
Guess you were my demon then...
You abandoned me, bereft.
#love
#heartbreak
#demon
#heartache
#tragedy
#demise
#moonlight
#thelookingglass
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Shruti Atri
Mumbai, India
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