RIP

After a sudden and cruel self destruction of a Young Girl

A rip in the fabric.
Whenever someone leaves
It's strange that whipping in the unsteady air
Is always a ripped sky, never a curtain.

Someone leaves,
Without a way to guess whether a backward glance was left,
whether all our toils and moments together have mattered;
Rest in peace? Do we?
Do they, now?
What pile of angst and disillusion made them depart!
This warm flutter of life disturbs so deep
so keen that they break the ticking heart?

Is the glimpse of this black hole through the jagged tear
Add a dimension to this small lighted sphere we inhabit?

Rip the illusion.
Rip this fake assurance of age, of experience.
Rip this veil of tears.

RIP, dear child!

Reviews

[Sunya]

Strong feelings and strong questions as well my friend. The word has quiet a lot of meaning and controversy to itself. Rest in peace..I wonder if peace is so easy to achieve and if death is the path but again we'd never know and even if we did, we wouldnt be able to share it
Well written :)
-Sunya