RIP

The tunnel was blocked

and I saw no trace of light,

the pain was a shark, 

my strength was out of order, 

the severity of my condition 

was as ambivalent as the future.

The misery roared inside,

the mountains were oblivious,

I greeted them, 

described the mythical sunshine

and how it worked as a relief spray.

They were considerate 

to exchange pleasantries.

I didn't want help,

so condemnation is irrelevant.

I was too tired to fight,

and who was I against?

Myself? My mind?

I estimated 

the permanence of peace

in death 

and I slept to be cremated.

I was perhaps done 

with the rationale 

life provided.

©songbriti