Alter-Ego, Masks & Truth Poem by Somendra Gaur

Is he the one who killed Pedro's Inês?
But, who's paying for his sins?

Maybe the one who is first amongst:

The men who dont cry,
The hardened emotional criminals,
The historysheeters,
The Bowelless
Who March like time,
Slow, steady and Unstoppable.

The emotions he swallowed/gulped
With a glass of whisky,
They are alive,
Surviving on his flesh;

No ghosts comeback to haunt him,
He's a natural,
The control he has over his psyche is equivalent to that of 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘪 over his dices;

Amidst all,
He lies,
Under the black umbrella,
One feet away from his lover.