Quietus

A hazel wind is dreading past this bleak landscape
Whisperings are streaming through the air
         If only I could follow your lost track
         Now that I understand
A wailing purple is superimposing itself on all colours
Thoughts are heterodyned by lamentations of a dead
         You who decided to have her soul take
         Its lonely, ultimate breath

Every day is a constant choking
         Every night is an unbearable panting for breath

An ignoramus who never walks the talk is sermonising
Some deaf followers are acclaiming his homily
         All is said and nothing can be done
         God does not love someone like you
Rain cleansing the burning wound of sorrow thoroughly
Peals of thunder drowning out the all occupying crying
         A soul who decided to have her body take
         Its lonely, ultimate breath

Every day is a constant fearing
         Every night is a senseless naive praying that He does