Sans Recourse Poem by Ravi Panamanna

The long wait for life was over -
The days of despair were now expired.
His mercy petition, the final straw-
He lost, darkness began to grow.

He began his count down,
Death began laughing like a clown.
He was now stalemate, his story very terse,
He knew he had sans recourse.

In the condemned cell
Shadows entwined in deep silence.
As the days passed into twilight,
He was so sure of his imminent plight.

He now recalled his bygone days,
He repented for his wreck less ways.
Now, the time was too short,
Death, he knew not how to abort.

The clamorous voice began to follow,
In every direction life was now hollow.
He was torn to pieces
He wished he had some peace.

To an avenging fury he slowly fell,
To lunacy's clasps he wrapped up his dwellings.
He was now out of space and time
The dark walls only witnessed his pantomime.

Those were singular cries, very stark,
Volcanoes were ceaseless at work.
In quest was his sinking heart,
In search were his wandering eyes.

Finally came the appointed hour,
The proceedings began in long whispers.
Blind folded he began his last moments
Rains within poured out in torrents.

The pendulum between life and death-
What was the call of his sustaining breath?
A battle for survival or the fury against the blow
Else, the meek surrender to the imminent law?
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28th October 2012.