When Death Comes

When Death Comes

My heart is filled with hush and darkness;
As in the deep down of the mighty grim depths of the ocean;

Where light can’t penetrate,

Where the bright aspiring rays of the graceful sun can’t perforate…

Where there are darkness and despondency everywhere;

Where only tedious stillness and callous be found;
Where darkness can’t fade;
where bleakness perpetuates….
Where there isn’t a presume of hope existed;

Where the faith to subdue the elegant blue air;
Eluded…
To behold the blaze of the demons, As the portentous pristine fire elutriate the vile;
enervated…..Where the hope to feel the bliss of the rain,
To live the enchanted moments of life,
To relish the beauty of the scars and flaws,
To laugh like a impeccant child,
To cherish every struggle, every failure,

To love every agony, every heartbreak, every despair, every reminiscence;
evanesced….

Just Evanesced…

Evanesced as the destined death approaches…

Death approached as a quiet knight on the fierce battlefield…
who’s intent to rip his foe…
who cognize their inevitable triumph, who prevised there’s nothing to lose…

Death came as children’s laughter…
It came as a warrior widow’s agony…
It came as a dead set against life…
It came like a storm in a teacup.
It came as the first ray of light in the unfathomable depths of the ocean…

It came as raging volcanic lava to afire the earth…
It came as a cologne of rose in the desert…

And when it finally came, My heartfelt irresistible succumbed urge to live…

To live…

To cherish the beauty of life, to relish every moment of life…

To accept the flaws, to accept the scars…
To pass all the suffering and agony..
To let go of all the demons…..

To halt all the discontent with life…

To feel…

To feel pain, to feel bliss, to feel anger, to brood, to feel love, to feel care, to cuddle, to despair again…

To feel the warmth of the sun, to feel the rain, to feel nature, to self loathe again…
Just to feel……

To be alive…

To be alive again…

Perhaps it’s too late to realize…

Death took me as Mother Nature takes all the wickedness; As the fire consumes all darkness; As water purifies all the sins…

Perhaps I must have realized the beauty and the enchantment of the pathetically blissful, grief brimmed despair life…

 

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