Sunday, June 22, 2008

To The End

Our last words...our last words are not salient, nor vivid to remember, for it did not encrypt its lost meaning on my pained heart, for meaninglessness would not add nor subtract from my torment...our last words did not end, but left its lonely trail infinite, keeping wonder not so sad, but dark, for no path I can find to explain how your soul has turned so black...... how can the first kind words I hear turn so selfishly brutal, how can love and friendship turn to be void space of nothingness.......our last words were a lost one, unfounded, unwritten, unspoken..our last words were a lonely trail, empty sand, hollow words, diluted illusions....


Our lost and last words did not belong anywhere, nor did we belong anywhere, right to hollowness, voidness, a bleak moment of history ...not existing..... a deja vu , a short dream, we lived under the summer and yellow rays of warmth, and amid a quiet winter surrealism, held each other, loved each other watching the snow melt on our skin....


our lost words was our end, for we do not know what to say to each other, any longer. Farewell my love, farewell , now in my written message I documented my lost love...and .......friendship...



The withered rose you sent,


Our End.







4 comments:

Abbas Hawazin said...

This was a beauty. So bittersweet, I normally dislike that kind of stuff as I prefer irony over emotion but you're getting really good at this.

Anonymous said...

hey,
you had a post deleted??!

Gilgamish said...

3aboosi,

Wish if we can prefer anything over emotion, life would have been much easier, but thank you.


Anonymous,

i put it as draft, thought i was delving way too much into my past life, i need to put in rest, and life goes on.

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