The Passing of Time

On some nights, walking along the
deserted streets, grief chokes me like
thunder that ravishes the sky.
The lonely clouds gather around
my windowpane like a widow
Clad in white, sobbing rains into my heart.
The moon is lost in the elegies of the night.
In the eternal silence, my palms crawl
through the pages of memories that
my album has preserved;
Rummaging through the dog eared sheets,
I smell death, to whom my loved ones
mercilessly succumbed;
I fight countless battles each day overpowering solitude, and
I realise I’m all alone.
Pain crumbles down my veins,
bleeding through my eyes.
I know one thing, the night needs no explanation,likewise sorrow!

My heart pounds asking my soul, ” Where are you”?
I gobble chunks of air and reply ” I’m nowhere”.
I belong nowhere.
I’m the child of time and destiny
Orphaned by love and life!