I am the sorrow, awakening.
In this midst of the moon rise, I break my oath.
I’m the malice, ravening.
The night is calling; cries, suffocate their throat.
I’m eradication, occasioning.
Instituting an inauspicious growth.
I’m vile, circulating.
They submerged in me while I was afloat.
© Aniket More