Don’t Abuse, Better Kill!

A dark poem about an abused and tormented woman, who in desperation seeks death instead. An exclusive for Different Truths.

Don’t abuse!
Better kill.
And there is mercy!
For in a world, that is sick.
 
Slowly, slowly abuse turns ageless.
It grows through infancy, middle age-
And steads the path clear;
In a world that is sick.
 
It beheads shedding all blood.
Tears roll up,
Abuse dresses up in different costumes.
Turning so difficult to trace the devils.
 
You get pampered-
You get solaced-
You get comforted-
Until and unless it turns merciless abuse.
 
Never wonder, the world is sick.
You or I can't save many, neither ourselves.
For the world is sick!
For the world is sick!
 
Slowly, very slowly-
You find the comfort, solace and pamper;
Drifting up, to hang you down.
In a world sick of inflicting abuse.
 
And I say-
Don’t abuse
Better kill
In a world that is sick.

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