Hunting Party

Crushing my skull and I might have died but not dead yet

For the very spirit of me shall relentlessly float inside

The color of the night as I now start moving in the shadows

Through my vengeance my entity shall be known

Living my life was simply a journey through starvation

But the root cause of my death was no mere accident

It was because people got deluded by their cravings

Pushing away their consciousness and ignorance became bliss

Pets got more privileges than me and I was simply inferior

Is ignorance towards a starving child such a bliss?

Do people get easily intimidated by my presence?

Their luxury to neglect had given birth to diseases

To me as I had made a living out of their dust bins

But no more shall I live under their foolishness

From my death a nightmare shall be spawn

Let my pain, anger and malice be translated

Into a living entity through my grotesque moaning

Let my suffering be contagious throughout the night

When midnight hour is closed at hand I shall unleash

The terror and let it crawls beneath their skins

And let the chilling runs up their precious spines

For I shall be embarking on my own hunting party

And no one shall stop me for I am now on the other side

 

Nyi

20.6.2012

Author's Note

When I was in high school there was this accident happened two blocks away from my house. A little beggar girl was hit and ran over by the car, crushing her skull and her hands unattached.The driver drove off and police never did catch him. Over a week later, people started saying they heard a very strange noise starting from twelve at night when nobody was there on the street. I didn't believe and so I stayed up late one night and then it came. I heard a very loud anguish cry like a extremely loud moaning in pain. I don't know how to describe it in words but it was quite scary. I still remember today what that cry was like though I don't know what word to choose to describe it.Only when people offered donation to monks and when the monk did their chanting at the place where accident happened, we no longer hear that chilling loud voice. I just wanted to make it more meaningful out of her death that perhaps, somehow her instant death has something to do with our ignorance towards these street children as adults. I hope it means something to you. Sorry for the long note and long write.My deepest gratitude for reading this. Message me if you don't like being tagged.Thank you.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Bad death does leave things behind. A very interesting story. I have heard spirits in my life. Just people with unfinished business. Thank you the story.
Coyote