Erosion

Shadows looked like Sunshine for a while

When I left my grief unattended.

The promises of mountains and warmth needs to sleep

To grow-

The corpse of a loss and ruptured dream,

In the absence of flowers, grew evil 

While I sang lullaby to my new born safe province.

I made a guard so rigid,

the thought of loss resembled a crime.

This clock of fear never slows down

Even if it does, the destination still remains Nowhere.

It still rains in the mountains

Even if its just me and my grief.

The Chair, still sits next to The Chair

Even if its just me and my grief.