The Selfish

Alone in the dark while I sat 

The dark clouds whispered in my ears 

"Wicked, failure, disappointment" 

Endured it throughout the night 

When the sun came with his blistering rays 

I welcomed it with a rope over my head .

It tightened my throat and breath became an inferno .

It burnt the life out of me; I thought

But it burnt their whispers; and the life I lived for them. 

The light cut down the rope; and for the first time I took a breadth for myself;

And later on I took it for myself only.