In the turmoil of life and left,
I lose my mind, witnessing my own death.
The flowers blooming again, losing the scent,
A scent, that I promised to contain.
Friends now distant, hard to reach,
A self not to be trusted, a lesson to teach.
Fleeting illusions, passing days numb,
Forcing myself not to feel dumb.
Voids in my heart opening up,
Reddening eyes and shivering limbs,
Feeling things I promised not to feel again,
Breaking myself, telling it’s all in vain.
Waiting for the flute and dawn birds,
Telling myself, the night shall pass.
A dusk, red and beautiful, filling voids,
Shining in my eyes, bright and white.