It begins
with a mere murmur,
A lonely
giggle behind locked smiles.
The
weight of the world –
Treacherous
ache of something we knew was coming –
Settles
on my core.
I let
darkness engulf me, and wonder:
'Why have
you switched off the stars?'
May your
image fade away
As a
thousand iron butterflies sever,
With
sharpened wings, my pointless hope –
An
illness I can no longer bear to withstand.
Death
only comes when the curtain has fallen,
And the
giggle has turned into a full-blown laugh.
