The subdued grief that overwhelmed falls as droplets over the penned words as the ink spreads thinning the sheet making it as vulnerable as I am. The fingers lose grip of the pen and the pain engulfs me. The pulsating feel of the throat that tries to conceal everything longs to let out the screeching cries.
The fangs of the past, lure across the hallway of the mind, not knowing how to cope with those inconsolable loses or fall into those gripping realities of destiny that has played the antagonist all along.
The mind impedes the steps in fear of adversities that had haloed over me like crucifying swords clashing to scar and tear me. The heart bounds no fear and dreams of all that captured the imaginations spreading like a pasture of fresh green grass swaying to the tunes of wind and brushing away those tiny dewdrops.
In between these do I stride tiptoed into an unknown day..every moment with dreams innumerable.