My Leaving Song Poem by Raniyal Niyada

Tonight I will lie
On this bed, cushioned by miseries.
And cut open this vein of mine,
Bleeding out all the pain and memories.
Like tsunami they will all
Blast out from my heart.
And I'll hold back nothing this time,
Except the reflex to hold back.
I will carve out the tissue of my heart,
To wipe of these tears.
Each drop, reminiscence of you!
Borrowing the black of mid-night
I'll paint the picture dark!
Nothing stands out,
Except the blood!
I am just a feeble thing,
That only crawls and howls.
Helpless as a fish out of water.
My heart finally fluttering.
All the pain it held back…
Love made the cushion soft,
Only to know it was not of velvet,
But of stones.
Aligned in harmony pieces of rock,
One after the other,
And then I crawl off the edge,
Towards the haunts of nothingness!
And then here ends me.
Finally away from all.
The beating of this heart
Now just a memory.
And I, I am just those billions
Of people who lived and
There is nothing here to
Tell them of my existence,
Except of course the words,
I craved in the stones
With the liquid of life....