Sinister game

I apologize
my dear


My deepest regret
intended for you.


For I did
not
warn you.


I dreamt about you last night.
I heard myself scream.
I could alone -
bury them;


I would search
systematically
for a befittingly filthy -
cursed heap.


A burial
for them
in fact
would be obscene.


I apologize;


My friend
I did not train you
against them.


They tried to trap me
time and again


But I slipped-
squirmed
away.


I swung on that swing
that morning,
shuddering with outrage;


screaming-
jeering-
in front of all..


Hung them up
on their own crafty ropes,


but that would be a
heartbreakingly painless fall.



Embarrassment caught them,
unaware;
froze their inhabited eyes;
not a Twitch dared.




They were cornered now.


The taunting grave
beneath which they could not pervade.


A wall of shame
which would never fade.


I assumed
they’d learnt
their lesson.


I thought,
they’d be ashamed enough.


But a sickness
such as this
can never be
unlearnt.


A scar to mend.

A memory to burn.


For them it’s gratification -
A sinister game


For us now it’s a plague
we will obliterate.