They remarkably said,
“Find the comfort in one’s belief”.
An aid it is but a recovery,
Or a pleasure in one.

Tell the whole world that you are in the
room of rapture.
Of glee.
Of delectation.
But how distant can the reach of words be heard?

Now that the frontiers are all set,
dividing the esplanade.
As you feel unbalanced,
you count a step back,
to concede each and every stones
that lies in within the pathway.

And you started to assemble a resolution.

Suffocated by pools of exhaustion,
You go back to remain alive in the image of
broken mirrors.

Slowly, then all at once,
You lose it all.