the call

The unbearable weight of sorrow,
Wraps itself around
Muffled beats,
Lost amidst the silent cries
Of wanting to be freed

The child’s smile,
The loved one’s arms,
The sunrise,
The birds and flowers,
No beauty seems as appealing,
As that final call

Alas! Tucked beneath different layers,
She beats, resilient,
Every sound, a proclamation,
Of life that wills to live despite
That call

If the blinds were lifted just once,
If the layers that bind her so,
Drop their guard just once...

If she was allowed to see,
The farce called love, the lie called life,
She would agree
The futility of her being;
Her beating.

I wait that moment
To try to reveal
Only to be caught
Once more.

How long will I blind her
How long?

I wait.
In desperation.
Deprived of the one thing that will
Still
My yearning



written sometime in 2010