When rubbish flowers in a cemetery

July 12, 2007

The Lost Mortal



No one knows what happened
Suddenly one night a mortal was lost
Lost, away in the desert called life
Cold and icy, dry and baked life.

Morning never came and as night remained
the man in the mirror screamed back at me
the truth that i have wanted to hear
all my life , till now.

The truth- this is the truth
there is no light and dark is all you have
Dark, only dark, running behind your life
the one you never understood.

Your rest and it's all quite
But the silence feeds on your soul
While you are in pain, so much pain
can't even hear your own groan.

I sleep on the cold stone
as I myself become one
As for the lost mortal
There was to lose none.
NM

1 comment:

Raj said...

Beautiful words....dark, but beautiful!