I lay on my back
the bleak horizon of the sky was haunting
the wind rushed through my nape
cold, eerie, and cruel.
In the alchemies of silence and echoes,
loneliness and grievance took over me
leaving me as a someone,
with a body but not a soul.
Hopeless, i laid still,
helpless, i remained to be,
loneliness taking hold of me,
lifeless, i seem to be.
I decided to end my agony,
end my elusive hope.
So i swung the best of me
to the noose which is life’s rope.
As i did, i found release
where there’s no ill and no grief.
I have now left anguish,
The anguished ones the those who are left.
MR @ 2010