Sitting by the window, in deep contemplation,
My eyes turn to the heavens above,
The sky belittles me;
The stars sneer; the moon scoffs;
I rush indoors; panting, huffing,
Trying to seize that last breath;
Belittled; disparaged;
A hazy vision, a dizzy head,
Wobbly feet, trembling fingers
A cracked voice
Calls out to the cosmos
For that last lungful of serenity
For that last smell of tranquility
I close my eyes
Never to open them again
Am I relieved?
Released of the pain?
Of the silent sorrow
Of the distress and anguish
Is it a figment of my imagination?
Am I hallucinating…
A chill runs down my spine
I lift up in the skies, weightless;
Peace pervade, silence seeps in;
Eternal calm encompasses me
My soul is liberated…
But those memories linger on
Like the fragrance of a trampled rose;
…. Will I ever be free
Of this unflinching pain
Will my soul be 'liberated'…
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