Kiran Speaks

Put a crown on my head

after all, I am the son of God,

the heir of the untouched;

the perfect one;

always to be missed,

never to be seen,

the one who was cursed

the one who was blessed.

Swearing an oath when I was born,

changing the fate of those unwritten,

the destiny that makes me quiver in fear,

the word I turn my back on now;

responsibility.

I carry it alone,

in the face of death and sorrow,

blood debt and tears,

so alone.

I pay for your sins,

aching and bruising from a life I did not live,

bleeding for choices I never made,

praying for a better life day by day

but never for I;

the son of God. 

Bearing the burden of decisions made and unmade,

but for never for I,

the son of God.