Few words to speak,A couple I have
Trying to say things,That I want
A vision of a face,Coming to my room
Dead or living ,I hadnt known
But always happens,This vision in dark
Due to my seeing
Seeing of a leaf,In light or dark
Sounds of old,Reminisce in my eyes
A deceased loved one,Laying by
A leaf of eucalyptus ,By his side
Giving an aroma ,an image I cant forget
this leaf,Has not left me
That day and beyond
Each leaf,Reminisce of death
With its green colour,Color of life
Rewinding it one more
Not only color,Reminds of memories
Smells too can show, What you dont want
And no desire to see;
Again death is mingled, Mixed in a sweet aroma
And yet here evil is, With scent that is heavenly
Man on last breathes,Throwing out food
And matters of white Disguised in red
Not take any belonging, Anything to the afterlife
Just throwing up and shaking
Saying no more,Dying
No words,Just eyeing
All this happening, That scent persists
But unfortunately ,I am the only one
That caught the disease
Of memory of the aroma,Of that ghastly smell
My mother is wearing it
Running out of a room
I cry in the bathroom
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
Few words to speak,A couple I have
Trying to say things,That I want
A vision of a face,Coming to my room
Dead or living ,I hadnt known
But always happens,This vision in dark
Due to my seeing
Seeing of a leaf,In light or dark
Sounds of old,Reminisce in my eyes
A deceased loved one,Laying by
A leaf of eucalyptus ,By his side
Giving an aroma ,an image I cant forget
this leaf,Has not left me
That day and beyond
Each leaf,Reminisce of death
With its green colour,Color of life
Rewinding it one more
Not only color,Reminds of memories
Smells too can show, What you dont want
And no desire to see;
Again death is mingled, Mixed in a sweet aroma
And yet here evil is, With scent that is heavenly
Man on last breathes,Throwing out food
And matters of white Disguised in red
Not take any belonging, Anything to the afterlife
Just throwing up and shaking
Saying no more,Dying
No words,Just eyeing
All this happening, That scent persists
But unfortunately ,I am the only one
That caught the disease
Of memory of the aroma,Of that ghastly smell
My mother is wearing it
Running out of a room
I cry in the bathroom