The Truth



Look around.

It could be anywhere,

Wearing a mask,

In a shroud.


Watch your step!

It could be waiting for you,


All your nightmares,

Come true.


Look back!

It could be following,

Ready to resurrect,

The corpses of,

Your past doing.


Don’t make a noise!

If it hears it,

It will follow you,

Haunt you,

To your grave pit.


Be careful!

If it finds you,

It will torture you,

Slowly, steadily,

Until it hollows you.



Because once when,

You find out what it is,

The burden,

Will kill you.

© Darshana Mehta