Flakes of sand, still trickling down
A sunrise to keep me sound
4 years have passed since then
My demons still won't let me in.
Those curly fringes were my ropes to hold on
Those brown eyes were the heaven's shown
Now they stare cold into my own
And my demons emerge as if set in stone.
A dichotomy of love, severing my hold
Should I love you still or kill your soul
But what good would that unfold
Revenge is sweet, but won't make me whole.
I want to remember all the pearls we stole
From heaven's gates; as rare as gold
All the laughs and smiles and tales we told
The warmth of your flesh has turned ice cold.
But then came that forsaken day
A usual morning, with a bright sunray
But I never imagined it to end that way
A perfect life, gone astray.
Some secrets spilled like molten wax
And hardened within like boxes in stacks
The flame extinguished with no winds blown
Reigniting as incense next to my gravestone.
4 years later, the sun has finally risen
And my hours are numbered, till its rays go missing
Mark the date, save the time, to whoever finds this verse
This is me, signing off, please do not preserve.
By: Arman Yusuf
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