AT FEUD WITH THE GODS

We all have moments in life when we realize what all mistakes we may have committed and how much it might have affected our loved ones. Some unknown force speaks to you about your mistakes through various sources like your parents, siblings, life partner, friends or even a complete stranger. What we are supposed to do is hear them and understand what they are trying to tell you, clear your clouded thoughts and focus on improving yourself to become a better human being. We all know this but ignore these positive thoughts when it is the right moment to apply, because our mind gets clouded with all negative thoughts and problems surrounding us. While writing this piece of work all my hopes are that we all are able to correct our mistakes and make life merry again. Because if we do not fight the negative feelings inside us and get control over ourselves we might end up losing everyone and everything we hold dear.

Rotting wooden walls and broken roof all yelled out loud,

Of the ghastly aura that surrounded, the house like shroud.

Creaking doors and shattered window, did their part,

The blood-curdling stench could stop an iron strong heart.

In the middle of the hall, lay a rickety chair,

To live in this spook, no one could dare.

In a different corner among cobwebs and dust,

Laid a big box, that had started to rust.

I moved towards the box, to explore the contents,

But some unknown fear made me tense.

I glanced behind me when I felt the grim,

What is saw was the ghost of the old crook Jim.

In darkest corner stood a figure draped in rag,

An eerily dire and horrendous old scrag.

I tried to scream at the top of my voice,

But none of my efforts produced any noise.

The eerie figure caught me by my neck,

I presumed my death was assured in this wreck.

I struggled hard to loosen its grip,

And thought how from this I could slip.

Just when I had my death on my thought,

Something occurred that I had never thought.

The horrendous creature spoke underneath the veil,

I started doubting if this was all real or reel.

All this took a toll on my head,

I fainted and fell as if I was dead.

When I slipped back into my sense,

I found myself outside the fence.

To recall the events, I tried real hard,

My memory seemed to be a bit scarred.

Just then my mind made it out,

What words did the creature speak out?

“Help me, please!”, that was the phrase,

Or did I hear wrong in all that haze?

I sat upright and thought over it again,

And decided to do something really insane.

I grabbed a stick and moved towards the wreck,

What mystery it held, I wanted to check.

Still with a tremble I stepped inside,

And found the figure brooding by the trunk’s side.

I held the stick tighter with each step I took,

Just then it jerked its neck to give me a look.

its face now was all unveiled to me,

he hid something deeper than we see.

His face was all wrinkled and old,

On his cheek a tear rolled.

I dropped my stick and it hit the ground,

To walk out of there I turned around.

Just then the old scrag spoke out again,

“Please help to get rid of my pain!”.

Alarmed and amazed I stood still,

He handed me a note written with a quill.

Through this he pleaded me to lend my ears,

So as to ease the pain he bore all these years.

Trying to move a chair he struggled and failed,

With his resolve this task he nailed.

To his dear trunk he placed the chair,

And he started to unfold layer by layer.

He told me how his life was happy and merry,

And how he planned his marriage with Mary.

But things took a tumble and he started to fail,

He fumbled as he spoke of this tale,

People he held dear were getting hurt bad,

Because of his anger and rage he had.

He failed to control his disastrous nature,

And ended up living like a downed creature.

His memories of his life were sealed up in the trunk,

Memoirs that showed his life’s chunk.

He narrated how he lost all his goodness,

Just coz he failed to address his madness.

His loving parents whom he misses a lot,

His beloved Mary whom he loves a lot.

His dear friends whom he was grateful to,

He failed them all and even gods too.

Then he didn’t realize his mistake,

Rather cursed others for his ache.

He saw himself at feud with gods,

Rather than fighting against all odds.

His madness had cost him all his dears,

And that pain he bore all these years.

I got up from my sleep, all covered in sweat,

And resolved I must correct my mind-set.

The dream made me realize how bad I have been,

How much I acted like jerk and real mean.

The old creepy figure, I now knew,

was not some person completely new.

It would be me if I don’t mend my ways,

And if I don’t set my badness ablaze.

To all my loved one I must say this,

I’m sorry to destroy their moments of bliss.

I will mend my ways and make set things right,

With all my resolve and hope I write.

I would like to say sorry to all those people I have hurt knowingly or unknowingly. I might have behaved rudely to a lot of you but really I do understand my mistakes and I do want to become a better person. Like they say-“the efforts to become better must not ever end.”