Such a brilliant capture of the feelings of loss and uncertainty. The accompanying image complements the emotions well.
The act of wanting consumes
my mind so much that
I never realise what I really wanted after all
Losing myself at the ends
of her fading footsteps
and the silence left by her echoes
and the echoes left by her silence
I only end up imitating my wants than
really know what I wanted at all
The melancholy monster consumes me for not
knowing but that is when I know
this monster is really not a monster
as I ponder…
…where do I go from here
if not inwards
To save me from the beginning
of the building blocks of my utter doom
Melancholy opens up wounds
that can only be closed by facing the fears
that created them as I realise
All I receive is connected to all I give
amidst the karmic cycle of my intents
The ignorance of the immediate fate
I put too much emphasis on
The laughter of my perpetual bloom is
connected to the whispers of my eventual tomb
