Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Day 45: Tributes and What ifs

Some moments are not to be defined with words
The agony is too terrible to define
I tried cling on a single metal cink
And wish to impel the inconceivable
Before deciding If it was sink or swim
I suddenly sank

A family that was whole suddenly
Starts crumbling to pieces
a nightmare turning to reality

Hours, I spent in front of a monitor
clearing the grief I have
I had my liking of silence, but not this one 
Here I stand pleading before a God
I halfheartedly believe

Father could have loved this silence
A perfect time to build a puzzle 
If only fate was kinder

My mother in shock, my sisters away
There was only one person I could cry on
Yes, the God I barely believed in
As I kneel before the altar 
I whispered this words:

"This is where I am and where I stand
I know I don't deserve you now, 
But here me out, just this once"

"Please spare his life, 
Or yet trade his life for mine
Nothing, I am without him
If he were still here, 
all would smile that would be enough"

But it's too late
It's just too late

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