“How did he endure it for so long?”
Was a question I often pondered on
But recently it’s turned into a song
And it doesn’t darken even by dawn
Because lately, I’ve shared his feelings
Something I thought I’d never confess
Although I’ll never understand his dealings
At least I can say I share similar stress
The journey started when he was five
It was the last time he got to see her alive
His dry eyes had for the first time burned
When she walked out and never returned
The delicacy of a woman’s innocence
Radiated through the bright-lit parks
Then horror came to join the presence
Once a mother was now only a corpse
His next memory was being sliced
But that act spiraled out of control
All of a sudden, his neck was sacrificed
Yet the enemy seemed unsure of its goal
Though the guilty was very sick at mind
His actions couldn’t be saved by excuse
The steps were set up too perfectly aligned
His son was now a victim of child abuse
“You’re the reason we’re in debt”
Eight words that almost made him ill
The guilt transformed him to a pet
As he jumped around against his will
Born a human, but now more of a doll
None of this was going as planned
Like Alice, he was falling down a pitfall
But at the bottom, there was no wonderland
Eventually, he confessed to feeling static
He told me that he had lost the pain
I thought he was being dramatic
But I, too, can feel the light slowly drain
So I have come to terms with his fate
And accepted his decision to flee
Now the only thing I can do is wait
For the same destiny that’s chasing me
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