Sunday, 1 November 2015

The Final Rest

Anonymous part of my soul is suffocating on being lonesome with weakness,
A beam of light is coming to me, but failed to enlighten this bizarre darkness.

Unsaid words are whispering into my ear, didn’t hear those, when I existed,
Ah! It’s heavenly feeling to know that I was loved by them, and now missed.

Silence is being broken by my silent mum, words are lost without noise and sound,
My body is no more breathing, no heartbeat, but still there is warmth like freshly dead.

It’s my final place to rest, to live and to wait the final verdict on the judgment day,
Its a dark grave, my home sweet home, for my final sleep made of wet clay.  

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