When I was alive,
I had seen many things through life.
I saw the cover page beauty of this world
with its soft thorns to the touching skin
but inside a rotten flower that blossomed
poison and toxic to the human souls,
souls that became casualties
of its mesmerizing rose petals, yet who numbed
their hearts and minds to others,
except gravitating towards their own
self indulgence and desires
as none cared but just passed by me
without a gaze at my painful eyes.
When I was alive,
I lived with broken hearts
and broken homes, among
dysfunctional families and
lost and bitter friends, none
which saw me dying from the inside
now, standing here mourning their
last farewells or their lifetime regrets.
These strangers are the walking dead
whose dry tears and mopping are
eroding my forever home like mudslides
they even got the nerves arguing about
my gravestone size, how it should be big or small
as I am trying to lay peacefully under the ground
I still hear the sound of their pitting cries, yet
I took my last air and gave my last laughter because
soon I will even be forgotten by all.
Stop crying and beating yourselves up
for it's pointless now,
pouring your dry tears like summer rains
do you know why you're crying?
is it for me or yourselves?
is this true farewell or your lifetime regrets?
you saw me in pains, but you never lent a
ticking second from your lives,
therefore, save your dry tears
because your souls won't be saved,
your regrets won't be washed away
over my dead body.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
When I was alive,
I had seen many things through life.
I saw the cover page beauty of this world
with its soft thorns to the touching skin
but inside a rotten flower that blossomed
poison and toxic to the human souls,
souls that became casualties
of its mesmerizing rose petals, yet who numbed
their hearts and minds to others,
except gravitating towards their own
self indulgence and desires
as none cared but just passed by me
without a gaze at my painful eyes.
When I was alive,
I lived with broken hearts
and broken homes, among
dysfunctional families and
lost and bitter friends, none
which saw me dying from the inside
now, standing here mourning their
last farewells or their lifetime regrets.
These strangers are the walking dead
whose dry tears and mopping are
eroding my forever home like mudslides
they even got the nerves arguing about
my gravestone size, how it should be big or small
as I am trying to lay peacefully under the ground
I still hear the sound of their pitting cries, yet
I took my last air and gave my last laughter because
soon I will even be forgotten by all.
Stop crying and beating yourselves up
for it's pointless now,
pouring your dry tears like summer rains
do you know why you're crying?
is it for me or yourselves?
is this true farewell or your lifetime regrets?
you saw me in pains, but you never lent a
ticking second from your lives,
therefore, save your dry tears
because your souls won't be saved,
your regrets won't be washed away
over my dead body.
