
Like a lost future we miss what we left before and like wishful present we try to recapture all the things that used to make everything worthwhile.
We look at the gravestones and long for them to be here… shedding a tear for lost loves... angry with what time took…whispering lowly ‘God, how I am missing you’
We walk past an old lady being robbed because we fear about ones soul… We fix our eyes on our feet, whispering quietly ‘Please God, don’t let them see me’
I wish…. I wish…. I wish…for what?
Lately I feel life is getting out of control. We reached a point of no return. A state of self destruction… In a haze we try to make sense of this world by doing all the things that got us into this situation in the first place.
These days I am aware of death and sadness. I fear that it will be soon before long… soon before we are extinct and the lost future occupies the ghost of the past…
I wish…I wish…I wish…for what?
I worry that wishes are desperate attempts to grab hold of life. So I blow this last burning candle out and close my eyes- a dewdrop of sadness falling down my cheek. The passion gone from everyone’s eyes... The smile gone from their lips... The warmth of their hands replaced by coldness… Nothing but whispers… Whispers of how we miss… Miss what time took. Please return our wishes back…. Bring it back….
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