Tubelight Spiders Poem by Sibi Sakthi

What posture do i owe you?
when you lay before me unmoved.
the rites are about to be done
till thy grave, on this day.

Can i laugh and walk along
or barely cry and just abore
I waited for the will to be broken
at this moment, exactly now.

I'm the sum of your regrets
i'm the bleeding heart you sway
an unnoticed abyss in my vast mind
prolonging to conjure my pain.

The light is somewhere burning
like my soul, it's just raging
I've seen it but ignorant til end
like a voiceless spider staring trug.