old man

I once met an old man in an old town
he had eyes that seemed like remains of a once blazing fire
and garments from a time long past
His eyes beckoned me to come forth
And so i did

He asked me to scream
and i let it all out in one blaze of hate
He asked me to cry
and i willowed in my shame and regret
He asked me to dance
and i jumped like a monkey and trotted like a steed

I had no objection ... for i had plenty of time in my pocket

But then he slapped me hard ... when i turned on him
My eyes spoke of injustice ... my hands longed to clasp his neck
I ran towards him ... and pushed him down
He fell to the floor and it seemed like the whole world shook
My Mind was set ... It was my intention to get it back
HE reached for his belt ... as i squeezed his neck
HE pulled out a dark object ... which thought was a weapon
I grabbed it and tossed it away ... and watched him give out his last breath
his eyes dilated ... as i stood up ... and looked around

My eyes caught that object ... and i approached it
it seemed like a little purse tied up at the top
i hesistantly opened it as my fingers shivered
to find a mirror all greased with blood
i wiped it off just to see
The old man staring back at me