And thus I wake up
To their voices knocking down
The four walls of my refuge.
-The witnesses to our tale.
The bricks hit the feet of the shrine of you,
The one I built over the reality of your tomb
To worship your memories
And pray to your withdrawn love.
Dust rises to cover your face
The one to which mine resembles now.
The house you left behind
Fell victim to their greed and deceit.
And I a prey to your false promises
And disowned responsibilities.
The noises of breaking and crumbling
Are deafening my ears. Those that suckled
On your whispers still lingering in the air.
They hammer that house with sadistic reasons.
Pretending that they do no more than a tap.
But its cracks like roots have spread on my beliefs.
Growing into weeds, parasitizing on my life.
I am starving for some idealism and hope
So I try to feed on the debris and smoke-
The only remnants of all that you’ve been.
For the crumbling of my castle
Shook the foundation of your shrine.
I have loved you beyond reasons
And worshipped not just you
But the enlarged shadow of you-
Under which I have lived all these years,
As you stood magnified before the light of my love.
While I mourn and look in the eyes of destruction
Your shrine falls on me from the other side.
It breaks my bone and wounds my beating flesh.
I gasp and fall, but it pounds on me.
And as I am struggling under its weight,
You gave me life once, can’t you do it twice?
I put questions to the void. My mind echoes-
He cannot make it right, he cannot save this time.