Genre: Life
The Deadman
by Mohammed Islam Butt
It Was A Mild Winters Day And
The Sun Was Setting
In The Western Sky.
The Sky A Mixture Of Deep Orange And Purples,
It Would Have Been Quite A Site
If You Hadn’t Stuck The Knife In His Heart.
Through Out His Life,
His Motto Had Been,
“What Don’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.”
With The Help Of Humour, This Seemed All To Plausible.
Insult Him And He Would Laugh It Off,
Make An Unwanted Comment And He Would Smile It Off.
You May Have Heard Of
The Story Of The Joker And How He Fell In Love With The Queen Of Harts,
Blah, Blah, Blah.
Well The Jokers Motto Was A Form Of Armour,
This Protected His Fragile Heart.
If The Comment Made Was Personal,
This Would Chip At His Armour And Make Dents Within It.
These Tributary Type Dents, Joined With Others
To Meet At The Confluence And Ultimately
The Mouth Surrounding The Armour That Protected His Heart.
She Struck With Such Procession,
That He Didn’t Know What Had Transpired
Until His Heart Was Pierced And Mortally Wounded.
That Was Not Enough, You Slowly Twisted And Drove The Knife In Deeper,
Until All That Remained Was The Hilt Of The Blade.
He Fell A Million Miles And Lay There For What Seemed Like A Million Years.
Just Emptiness, Hollow And Alone…
Except For The Knife Hilt Sticking Out Of My Chest.
That’s When He Saw Him…
The Man,
Mouthed Two Words And Disappeared As Quickly As He Came.
An Invisible Force Applies Pressure To The Tip Blade
And Slowly Inch, By Inch The Blade Is Removed From My Fragile Heart.
I Take In Breath…
My Heart Expands,
A Dull Pain Where There Blade Had Once Been Slowly Begins To Subside.
My Heart Reseals Itself And Sets In Motion,
The Process Of Bring Life Into Me.
Blood Trickles At First And Then With More Authority.
The Hole Where The Knife Had Been Leaves A Scar,
A Reminder And Warning Of What Had Transpired.
The Rest Takes Place, So fast I Hardly Remember…
My Heart Is Encased In Stone To Protect It From The Lies, Hate And Bloodshed.
Armour Re-Forged And Stronger Than Ever.
This Time The Motto Holds True,
With Every Comment And Insult The Armour Becomes Stronger.
I Begin My Journey A New And Find That Place I Call Happiness Found.
Not Under The Banner Of The Joker,
But Under The New Sign, Of The Two Words Spoken By The Man In My Dreams…
“The Deadman”
This Time My Armour Will Hold And I Will Find This Place,
I May Once More May Become The Joker.
Until Then…
I Walk To Find The Happiness And Joy That Once Was,
And Meet New People And new Challenges.
But My Armour Will Hold True
And Never Again Will My Heart Be Pierced…
So Speaks “The Deadman…”
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