We get that much nearer to
the end of an
era
and the end of an era
is here.

I agonise over the why's when
it's too late.

Life became the catalogue with
extended terms available, but only
few
are capable
to pay cash on the nail.

I say to myself,
'this is not a fail,
this is not',
and am struck
by the echo which comes
back with no sound.

But this god of salvation
to whom
I call to in desperation
remains silent

and if I am a universe where are the stars?

Of all these scars to which I alone have the rights
none hurt as much as the silence.

To get through it,
we go through it,
I remind myself so

sometimes it's harder
to stay.

Why today or any day which is my day?
so precious
gracious
we strike out to find greatness and
find it was there all
the time.

I remember it so
to
remind myself so
and the universe will
go on.