#okura
I have lost my son,
the child I loved so dearly.
Is this what life is about?
-Yamanoue no Okura, Lost Child
After knowing your eternal rest
my soul cries in its inner depth;
trying to trace a soft spot
for some wistful nostalgia
amidst your unbearable sadness
to which I can tell in all ways
hides between your lips
& scavenged in thoughts.
After knowing your untimely passing
it will never be the same again.
After all, when was the last time
you felt something different?
Those times solitary clouds
tried waiving your cracked loneliness;
you died, haplessly, alone & tragic
in the most uncompromising time.
What made you think to hang the world
into a subliminal rope? Was it delusion?
There are two things:
One, the intense heartbreak
between you and the world.
Second, the romantic union
with the abyss.
But what goes in between?
In between, there is you. Solely you.
The only thing, other people can’t see
is that how you lived in dullness.
Your life saw its day
& now your night comes to an end.
Lay to rest. Die not.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC