It's my coffin

The slow of process of dying...

Easy, easy

Handle with care

It’s my coffin,

Easy, easy

I am gonna lay there

Here, in my coffin.

 

I sat on the chair

I have been idle for too long,

The Lid of a coffin ajar

This is where we belong.

I lit a cigarette

Wearily going through the bills due,

Poor health and hefty debt

Happy that I am not yet sued.

Cracked my wire glasses

I couldn't read anymore,

My sight harasses

People have stopped knockin' on my door.

 

Now old and gray

I abandoned god,

Neither do I pray

By now, your minds have trod.

Bury me

Bury my belief,

Under the Mahogany tree

Bury mine & thy grief. 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

A haunting ditty, much food for thought here, we die a little each day, but the spirit needs to stay strong. Excellent Mayank.

[Mayank]

Thanks Frieda, glad you liked it :)

[Solaxe]

Wow! Blown me away. A masterpiece.

[Mayank]

Thank you so much Solaxe. Masterpiece! that's the big honor.

[shruthi]

i jus loved the way u hve been honest with lonliness nd old age..... u've penned it down damn beautifully i am feeling good after readin such a work after a long tymmm...:D
keep writin...

[Mayank]

Thanks Shruti for your kind words.

[xDalliance]

Nice depiction of the loneliness that comes with old age. Loved it.

[Mayank]

Thanks Jharna... glad you liked it :)

[Matching Socks]

I like this one, it's dark but an honest view of the slow withering away.

[Mayank]

Thank you so much Ana!

[Ruth]

So the body dies, does the thoughts attached to what we should be...the soul lives on in harmony with that which we are...a freedom, of sorts, for some, powerful piece hon :)

[Mayank]

Thank you so much Poppy!