June 27, 2014 9.55 a.m.
(i)
I walk all alone
I am tired, but I trudge on
Ahead is nothing but our dilapidated abode
The walls cracked, but still happy and joyous I croon.
(ii)
Sadness is a cloak
A constant reminder of the night-time nightmares
Of happiness lost, joy crushed and love gone slack
Under this dilapidated ceiling, I seek refuge from life’s fears.
(iii)
The night is a relief and a torment
It closes the chapter of another day gone by
Another cycle of grief and loss marked in the sands of time; a moment
Shut out forever the happiness of the future; a waiting calamity.
(iv)
I walk all alone
But, beside me my shadow is twice as long
My head, mind and body carries you along
Every where I go; when the sun dies and the moon rises in the skies I see us and my heart croon.
10. 13 a.m Merci
