Friday, January 5, 2018

Finally we are no one

The air is getting warm,
the breaths, heavy.
Is this the end
or the beginning
of my melancholy?
The words have begun to fade,
I hear footsteps over my head.
Is this the soil where I was born?
Or is it where I am going next?
Oh! It’s the tears watering the rose.
It’s quite close,
to what I think is death.
Life is the most beautiful,
at the end,
I suppose.
Because, that’s when we are
everything or nothing.
Silence never felt so awesome.
The abyss never felt so complete,
What are we without a little emptiness?
What are we, without pain?
We maybe mortal and soulful, but
finally we are no one.

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