I held on to the bygone reality as the blood gushing through – softly froze in my veins.
The profanity of the moment slew the sanctity of my emotions’ withered remains.

A strangulated cry emanated from inside, having ridden over the fragments of my pride.
Even as I see two pairs of footprints on the sand being swept away by a blindfolded tide.

Thoughts hysterically flooded from within as my life startlingly walks me to an interlude,
But pearls of redemption falling off my eyes say words of wisdom, once and for good.

I walk into the sea longing to hug the orange horizon, wanting to evade these pains alone,
Not realising that walking to the Sun will burn my soul and benumb my heart to a cold stone.

Treacherous tides and weeping clouds held me back where I was, not permitting me to reach.
By staying quiet, in their own upright ways, these listeners found a million ways to teach.

As these voiceless listeners comfort my soul and soothingly kiss its bleeding scars.
With peace and solace, I lie down on the cold sand counting a zillion twinkling stars.