Some secrets are left secret forever. Buried with some people when they die and remain unknown to us till lifetime.
Why do we regret when a person's body dies but never regret when the soul dies? Because we are sometimes cause of it?
A poem about w...
Warning: Can be a bit depressing so don't read if you are uncomfortable with it.
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Fire burning the remains, Embers floating in the air, Mourns and whispers are heard from everywhere, No wonder why now every soul has started to care.
Shrill cries filling the atmosphere, Soft doubtful murmurs surrounding, The atmosphere so gloomy, No one dared to light it.
The dead has finally closed thier eyes, A small smile still plastered on the lips, Peace evident on the face so pale, The body turned cold and white.
The fire swallowing the remains, The flesh burning because of it, The bones turning into ashes grey, The human so big turning into ashes few.
High pitch shrill sounds, Mourns of the devastated family, Mumbles of people pitying, Some wondering why it's happening.
Everyone shook from inside, Not about the fact the one they loved died, The small smile never leaving the dead face, No matter how much they tried.
Some fuming in jealousy, Some shocked of the fact, Some devasted to lose their loved ones, Some can't digest what happened and why.
Only the one who died, Knows all the truth, The truth buried within themself, Even after all these years.
The dark secrets, Are now secrets forever, The truth hidden, Would be hidden forever.
Dead is the person, Went away with secrets dark, Maybe it could have disclosed the mystery, The mystery of the mark.
The mark of happiness, The symbol of peace, No pain visible, Just calm only.
Is it the calm, Which comes before the storm? Or is it the calm of, The aftermath of the storm?
It's probably the latter, What worse could happen now, The storm was death, Which the dead accepted happily.
The secrets would kill you from inside, So dark that you would want to run away and hide, The truth will still hunt you down, The fear would haunt you forever.
Died from within everyday, Wasn't scared to accept the death hunting down for them, Embracing the fear of many people, They closed thier eyes.
Once closed, The eyes never fluttered open, The sound which went away, Went forever.
The comfort, The peace, The warmth, The time spent, Are all now just some memories.
No one knew, That a living corpse they were, Never really cared for the fact, Of how they were.
Now when they died, Everyone realised thier value, Just one regret left within, Why didn't we ever knew.
Then the sudden realisation struck, The guilt grew more, The cries never ending, The voice got hoarse.
Only if they knew, They are crying for someone who is dead long ago, The living corpse just died, And they are crying.
The dead soul still wonders, What if they cried for the soul not body, Maybe they would have moved on till now, Only if they knew the truth, The truth hidden from everybody.
The secrets are buried deep within, They shall never be disclosed, The dead has died, The secrets now shall too decompose.
~ Sally Sason
Note: They here refers to the dead person
~ Author's note
So, I still ain't so sure about this poem. I wrote it during a very bad mood swing which I got at midnight so yeah. It makes sense to me though because I know what I had written and wanted to say but.... I just hope you all understood what I wanted to say in this poem? I don't know if it made sense or not but for me it did... Hope you all liked it. Do drop your views in the comment. Would be waiting to read them🤗
