Anguish of the unspoken word…
I have lived for very long inside his head,
waiting to be uttered,
like lyrics from a broken song
Today, my
dreams have been shattered.
for now, I know
that I
will never
see, the light of the day,
enjoy the joy of being alive, ever
will not
enjoy the sun in May
The birds
though still would carry on
the
leaves will fall and the sun will dawn
She had this chance to give me life
even as I
lived before we knew ...
And almost..
She gave it but her all.
but If only,
this life could renew
to let go of me and let me live in some
one,
never
embarked in her embrace
My entity,
somewhere was
her own
extension, that hid under the cloak of disgrace
To give
hope and respite from strife,
that
cannot be for such is the harm done
There is no life for me if her wishes die.
no reprise,
not an absolution
not one that
any death can buy
She might utter me still
but what
of an entity that now remains
A name
that’s familiar yet unacceptably ignorable
and here
it ends
much deeper
than it soothed, when it began
It will not be the same, at best a lie
I will be
hollow, devoid of meaning and will
Pronounced,
obliterated and finally overwritten
being
uttered for there is nothing else to be said
being
accepted because there is nothing better to do
I wish I was never born,
Never wanted to be spoken about
But, I
was born
born out
of hope
An
ensemble woven out of perplexities
shadows
and I circumvent in the dark
an
unhinged rein of this glory,
that’s
offsets the humiliation
A plethora
of emotions that
best not
spoken, portray
How...
we couldn't hold
what we
ourselves made...
Hope is
what keeps me from being broken.
as silence
speaks of forthcoming light
For not everything that matters remains…
