Death is a relentless merry go round.
Some restless child oblivious in a park.
A lost soul, wandering in the darkness.
A never-ending nightmare, that embarks;
my entire body becomes a cold heart.
Me staring at your lifeless corpse aching
bloated body displayed during remarks.
The feeling of emptiness starts shaping;
my breath snatched like a temporal object.
Your attachment slipped away from my hold;
vexingly fighting off the rejection.
Praying the density won’t keep unfolding.
A bottomless pit that will never fill,
no more pain since you are no longer ill.
