Why is it that we love like there is no day after? We grasp realisation firmly, satisfied on what or who we have in our arms. Yet when we lose the person or thing we love, we cannot accept realisation. The same realisation that kept us happy and sane now torments us.
Why do we dream of love yet to be experienced? We cannot deny our dreams, like we cannot deny a sunrise. So as we deal with the tormenting realisation, our pain is subsided in the sanctuary of our dreams. So when my sanctuary is tainted with the image of you, I am trapped. Trapped between twisted dreams that were once our sanctuary and realisation.
So when I lay my head down at night, I fear that I will see your beautiful image when I close my eyes. So I open my eyes wide, absorbing the darkness around me. As I stare into the darkness around me, I realise the sanctuary of my own mind's making...envying the beauty of death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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