Paradigm

In the land of existence
where death walks in and out
so openly,
my body lies still shivering from death
aching for life
where the love whisperers tread
upon my spoken verbs and pronouns
They ask for my compassion
and they ask for my patience
“Be that until…”
until the day I am dead
when there is nothing left
except the feel of Erebus
where my body lies in silence
“Continue as a white lie
and we shall be true to ourselves”
they say,
for I have seen much
for I have lived much
I have seen the eroding tides in their hearts
and I have seen the black of their pure souls
they pity me for my gullible sighs
I am but a saint by profession
and an idiot by existence
I have not written about them
and I don’t write about you
I write about what I fail to see,
a paradigm that contains
my existence within.

18.03.06