Reflections
REFLECTIONS
He cries out loud with a strange pain
Writhing with agony that lashes again and again
A deep sorrow, an untold loss, and tears
That refuse to dry, perhaps never, one fears
The young face, with eyes that have aged
They tell a story about a storm that once raged
About the million pieces his life broke into
Never to join again, inspite of all he tried to do
Life plays its cruel tricks on a unlucky few
He knows that nothing could be more true
The pain, the sorrow and the deep loneliness
He soaks it all in, into his soul, nonetheless
The cries stop and so does the soulful violence
He wipes his tears in an eerie silence
And then he smiles at me, his benevolent creator
As I smile back and walk away from the mirror ....
He cries out loud with a strange pain
Writhing with agony that lashes again and again
A deep sorrow, an untold loss, and tears
That refuse to dry, perhaps never, one fears
The young face, with eyes that have aged
They tell a story about a storm that once raged
About the million pieces his life broke into
Never to join again, inspite of all he tried to do
Life plays its cruel tricks on a unlucky few
He knows that nothing could be more true
The pain, the sorrow and the deep loneliness
He soaks it all in, into his soul, nonetheless
The cries stop and so does the soulful violence
He wipes his tears in an eerie silence
And then he smiles at me, his benevolent creator
As I smile back and walk away from the mirror ....
