Whirlwinds of emotion - A collection of poetry

Rewind the moment (Free verse)

It was me

I was the founder of that rumour

Spreading it was wrong, but it felt so right

It was a revenge so sweet that no one could deny

 The next couple of days you were an ideal target

A victim for poisonous comments and invisible daggers

It was you against the whole world – but you kept soldering on

You had no idea that it all rolled off my tongue

 As each day passed, it got worse and worse

The hate brewed, and the lies continued

I stood back and watch as things blew off proportion

For you, death threats had become the norm

 Tormented, abused, bullied, dehumanised

Your shield had slowly begun to crumble

I saw that they were finally getting to you

You were facing a battle that you were destined to lose

 You came up to me one day, with tears streaming from your eyes

“I can’t take it anymore” you said “It’s better if I die”

 And when I discovered your body hanging from the noose of the rope

Fear struck me like a bullet

I watched in horror as your lifeless body swayed from side to side-

An inerasable image that will forever pierce into my mind

 For days after your funeral, I was still in disbelief

I refused to accept that you were gone

If I had not refrained from the truth would you still be here?

What if I had intervened? Or maybe listened to what you had said?

 My heart became a bottomless pit of grief, guilt and anger

The pain that I felt was unbearable…I guess it was karma that turned it around

 Some days I imagine that you are still alive

Some days I pretend that this never occurred

Some days I get so pissed at what had happened, that I want to end my own life

Some days I just cry

I wish I had said it earlier, when you were still alive

It was me, I had started the rumour, and I am the one who deserves to die

 But this is my punishment; condemned to life-long guilt

You can now finally rest in peace and be free from all that pain

I AM sorry, from the depts of my heart

I just wish I could rewind the moment, now that my lesson is learned

 There is no tutorial in life; words hurt just as much as a punch