There Is A Rat In Me Poem by Deepak Malapur

There is a rat in me
Who I hate like an enemy
The whole inside of me he eats
Or so my mind assumes
I feel his sharp nails
Scratching the fleshy walls
Left to right
Then right to left
He walks across the chest
Pledging never ever to rest
I scold him at night
He hardly loses the fight
I was fine a few days ago
A tree was hacked and I let it go
I was fine and went to work
The rat went berserk
He tore my skin
And found a way in…
He spoke to me for the first time
My eyes brimmed for the first time
I shed tears of blood
One by one the chips of that tree fled
And along fled the longtime companion