A dark and viscous fluid in place of my blood;
It flowed once; lively, warm and bright crimson.
Eyes- once shiny and curious now a lifeless pod.
Limbs that move not, ears that cannot listen.
A curiosity as many people stop to stare;
Each having in mind a skewed version of my history.
‘Frozen still by fear’ or ‘Calcified by too many a care’
So go the stories, though truth remains a mystery!
Shifting of sands back and forth, days pass;
For all the lost opportunities, I mourn, tearless-
As only the ‘Living’ benefit from time and chance
But I am more than dead though in life, less.
Am I because I can’t or I can’t because I am?
Came I here by force or am I a slave willing?
Mighty waters of destiny held back by a dam,
Great pity for the shackles holding lie only within!