These blurry faces haunt me,
As efforts of recollection are vain,
For each scattered memory,
Is a wound that inflicts pain.

A sandcastle built in a lifetime,
Crumbling into the ground,
Even the gentlest touch of this old hand,
Turns it back into sand.

What a heinous crime,
To make this childish soul frown,
No choice but to endure,
As there is no cure,
In living to forget every second that's lent,
A life simply waiting for its end.

Travel alone in a moonless night is a bliss, for the stars lightened my journey.
Without the sun and the moon is easy, for not even a shadow could bother me.  
No noises, no judging eyes, no condemnation, just a mesmerising quietness.

News comes in spectrums
In the sun in the rain
Delivered by stork or by train
Not cloaked in fairytales
Cancer was the news
No tomorrow I wonder

I stood still amidst the cold stone room
Attentively listening to the news caster
A breeze of life flew out of me
As I gazed in awe about tomorrow
Devastated but without known sorrow
Life goes on said the unforgiving news breaker

In emptiness I glimpsed into the future
The day my loved ones living without mama