When a soul bids you adieu,
A farewell of the most tragic, lasting sort,
What do you feel?
When all is left behind,
Body, health, wealth and family,
Do you think you can comprehend,
The multitudes, the kaleidoscopic emotions..
That at times wreak havoc in your person?
When ashes are all that remains,
Of the person you once knew in flesh and blood,
Do you feel happy for the peace the soul is said to receive?
Or do you feel sad for your loss,
And the ambiguity of their state?
As the lonely soul sat there alone,
Not knowing what to do,
Trying to figure out what was aloof,
That brought forth this familiar sadness anew.
In depravity drown she did,
Often searching for the much wanted reach.
And though council she did preach,
Good for her never it did.
Searching for a haven of light,
In this darkness she's shrouded in.
Introspecting on her plight,
Like a cocoon she curled herself in.
Cycles, the cycles of life.
Mistakes you make, mistakes you learn.
Yet, this recurrent circle of life
Makes you think, what have I to learn?
When you think the worst is over,
What you are looking forward to is a better morrow,
Bait it does with happy aura,
And in no time, greet you do, the sorrowful morrow.
Such piteous condition!
What abomination!
Is there no solution?!
To this vile discrimination?!
What do I do wrong?
To hurt me so wrong?
What do I do now?
To make my life a wow?
Or do I continue this existence?
And thwart my life's persistence?
