I lost something, can you find it. . . .
I lost the reason of my happiness,
I lost the very thing which was filling air in my lungs,
I lost the very thing which was constantly thriving to pump the blood.
I lost the very essence of my life.
But I found something…
I found the words that cut me like a knife,
I found everything that is pushing me down in the hollow depths of a mordacious void…
I found the very reason of exit.
The very reason of the massacre of every molecule that was moving in me.
A graveyard of felicity; jubilation; gratification; equanimity; pacification; propitiation and my own self.
I burn and collect the remains of the ashes of my existence.
I LOST IT ALL