Blue Rain : The Last Rain Drops

first death

I fear my first death
No sight of brittled bones
Yet there's plenty of emptiness within
Void from memories and fantasies
Heart beating but no muse

A dream of pleading for hastily Death
Rather than wallowing in agonizing solitude
Forgetting even the tune of whistles I once knew
What remedy does one needs for a naked soul
To whom will it cry out if the walls are sealed

Dread seeping in the corner where I wait
Nothing will sound more coherent than wailing
Everything around me feels distant and bland
Passing by the empty walls and desk
Passion, like ink and youth, is evanescent

Until the very last weary sigh of breath
To the last yellowed pages I vowed to bleed my heart
With my head kissing the ground
Let these drops of tears and blood
Engrave my agony and anguish in a bare canvas

-theMOONandYOU 2021