What Hospice

Satish Verma

Becoming unsteady 
at points of darkness. 

Tinged with blue 
I am ready for the unspoken departure. 

How to reach out― 
for a situation, which was not? 

You sleep on the floor 
to hear the earth’s agony. 

A helix― surrounds the 
imperfect creation of unsavory thoughts. 

Abusive was the creator, 
The evil had a beauty in destruction.