Approaching End

The bilious taste
gave me a pukish feel...
I could sense the dirty yellowish-green
all inside in full glory

Yuck! I feared this all along
and bang its on my face...
dripping dirty droplets
It couldn't be me
could it?
Throat in finger
I drew blood... which soothed
the burning insides.

The alarm set years ago
had gone off.
The final journey awaited me.
Hung my boots after
the long worthless stint.

Now that bitterness tingled
in every tiny vein -
no antidote
(strange na... once he had called me his antidote)
could do much...

A bitter laughter and
a twisted grimace - cheap substitute
for a smile - I walk
towards the beckoning waves
promising to turn me inside out
and reaching me to welcoming shores.