dying man..shantaram

oozing out of the stalactites,
seeping down the floor.
hollow echos of falling drops
etch on my memories forlorn.
frantic search for an opening
meets the closed doors of hell.
fire and spit and flames of hate
are so hard to quell.
in that dark cave of death
i hear d cadaverous bell.

thrown down the winding pit
blocked by a large stone.
revenge is the only hope
of a dying man alone.
kaleidoscope of life's memories
blur the eyes with tears.
the salty taste of the mourning water
help me fight my fears.

helpless at the hands of fate
woven by someone else.
fire and spits and flames of hate
are so hard to quell.
the tide surges in the heart
throwing the body taut.
silencing the frantic motions
of a mind distraught.
clarity of thought in the fog of mind
is hard to win by will.
the arms are at sides,
the legs are stiff,
and all you want to (do) is kill.

random victims of cruel fate
are like questions to god.
what about good deeds and love
and all those lessons we were taught?
what happened to the balance of life
when i was taken from my home?
what happened to the Glorious Light
does it see me here? now, when i am alone?