Great Withdrawl

The urgency to bite the bullet 
was uncalled for. 
I could wait for eternity. 

From night to night 
a candle burns to understand 
the repentance of a fakir. 

Self-denial, you would say 
was an act of renegade, 
who deserted the throne. 

The title of the book 
misleads. Touch me inside 
the pages. You will find blankness. 

Read my hands. Full of― 
blisters, after digging out the 
truth from my failures.