Emily's Excuse/ poetry/ heartache

Because I could not stop for lunch

He asked me to jump out of my window

Reasoning there is no place for Excuse

One thing he doesnot know

That it can call for death

If not factures on my bones.

Thousand acres shall perish in deadyard

If the belief had ounce of truth

Excuse is not a crime!

It is an Obligation

One has, due to pressure of social norms,

It is an Escape 

From insecurities and fear smeared by oneself

And backdoor to avoid confistication

Held by everyone's 'Father'.

Unbiological, heterosexual, strong-headed alpha

Treading around every possible weakness

Wearing a mask of colourful bright mascara.

'Excuse'you called it,

It is an unromantic song 

Played on wedding night,

And  inactive hormones banging their head

On the wall of fraustrated brain.

The sleepless night called upon on chariot

Swinging the bells of half-dead heart.

Breathing the displeasure of passionless company

Under the pillow, smothering past visions,

Don't call it an 'Excuse',

Because you may not know 

What it really is...