Monday, April 22, 2013

The Monk Who Had It All

In that deepest despair I once knew so well
And when the spring arrived I lost my child
So I buried her on top of a deserted grave
A Monk nearby, to himself he just smiled

He could read my not so transparent eyes
Silence prevailed all around him and I
Nothing except it was his greatest lie
How he had really wished for wings to fly

How abandoned & ancient this feeling was
That dying emotion of that passion once
The door behind me had now been closed 
Separated from the memory of my loved one

Imagine those secrets the Monk must have
Sorrows & sadness hidden under that serenity
Here's my soul caught up in materialistic affairs
His is so clear with endless layers of purity

I bid my final good bye to my unborn child
The cruel God had written a destiny in a haste
The breeze might make my child feel cold 
For she is dead, a precious life gone to waste

His eyes converse, you have it wrong my dear, I say
My womb shall be empty, You won't know the pain
I've screamed my share of screams so you know
But I shall wish you well until we meet again

The peace he has, I'll never have
His eyes say adieu, that's the last call
Envy was in every drop of my existence
For he was the Monk who had it all

1 comment:

BFF said...

No words.
But your words?
Might have changed me a bit.
And that's something I never believed would be possible.