Introspective Poem: I am a murderer, roaming scotfree

I am a murderer, roaming scot-free.

This staircase has been my favourite weapon of choice.

The bottomless pit at the base hides all my secrets.

My self-esteem, my confidence & my individuality hide there.

I killed the little girl who believed in Santa,

I strangulated and pushed the teenager who was waiting for her Prince Charming,

The young ambitious woman was the most difficult to silence,

The middle-aged housewife was the easiest of them all,

It was the old widow who died even before I could try,

Yes… I killed them all…

Dreams, Hope, Ambition, Inspiration & Perseverance – perished one by one

They will never rise again…never…

Is this your story too?

Are you a murderer….roaming scot-free?

Penned by:

Mayura Amarkant

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