To The Beloved Soul I Found In Agony Poem by Byantuyo Rahim

With the swash pushed to shove,
At a distance I looked at you I used to adore.
In a tick my mind fused to feel what you bore at heart.
I shut my eyes and let my soul roam,
For it to intersect yours in a realm as one.

My eyes opened and my senses awakened.
My heart lifted, and my soul tingled.
I could feel what you bore,
As the cold waves hit my legs-cold.
The echoes of the freezing winds roamed the sea.
All I could hear-swoosh and feel,
Timely as frost formed on my skin.

With my screams calling to no one,
Only my own echoes I could hear.
My whimpers shattering below my chin,
I yearned for the warmth I could never receive.

For the soul I felt was none but mine.
A mere me I live to remember,
Reminiscing the agony I suffered therein.
For the bereaved soul that lives to feel
Nothing other than loneliness, solely.