You're not coming, are you?

AthousandMidnightEpiphanies Poems

I bleed in silence, in Abandoned cathedrals, Monasteries, and holy Shrines. I have looked for you, Begged the grand idols, Visited crumbling walls Of burnt out cities, And antiquities - All the places they told me You had been. My eyes see red But I'm blue, And there's a bruise On my knee- A blend of both. My lips no longer move in prayers My eyes have no tales to tell- But my poems scream And I live - on a middle ground Between the two -a whimper on nights, A sad smile during days. You're not coming for the rescue, are you? I ache and long, now More than I can love But for what? Is it you? I never could commit suicide, But I killed myself, every moment, nonetheless, Till I heard the rhythm of that heavenly call In your footsteps And how you filled even the silences between us With grace And I was seen, and I could see And I was loved with a love That I could accept. If our love had two colors, It'd be red and blue Like any God, You came with your own set of rules. Passionate red, that you brought And the blues that I always carry Red and blue icy veins - With the same emotions flowing through. But you were taken away too. And now I'm neither red, nor blue But despondent brown The color of the dirt, the only thing Separating me and you. You're not coming back, are you? I walk on, I don't rest and I don't sleep. How can there be a God if there's no justice? And the moon is not blue with sadness; Nor does it cry with me. And the stars are just as oblivious and distant. And the sun, well, it never bothered to shine on any of us. I see a world now, as it is, Stripped of meaning and all its metaphorical use. If I could be colored, I'd choose red and blue- Burning bright with a frigid determination. To save the soul, Sometimes you must destroy its vessel And when a world dies, its gods must die along. None of you came, so I had to come to you.