eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]

Labyrinth

The dark curtains
of the pain drawn
by the heaviness
of the words in the air
won't be lifted off calmly

The blood won't
stop dripping
until the sharpness
of the words we utter
fades away 

The hearts won't stop aching
till the moment we realize
each and every action of ours
have consequences in this labyrinth
of endless possibilities
of thunders and lightnings

And it's easy to get lost
in this chain of unbearable
but it's not easy
to find a way out of it
and the search continues
until the very last beat of heart
until the very last flicker
of hope dies down