Wail from the coffin

Wail from the coffin


Memories fade the edges of pictures imprinted on our minds.
They blur the images and make them fuzzy and smudged,
Unclear, unfocussed, grainy, our thoughts become.
Recalling past events invokes an unidentifiable ache,
where once the heart used to beat.
Recollecting old memories, damages the soul.


A place where once you were happy, no longer exists.
It’s vanished, wiped clean of its existence.
Destroyed and damaged beyond recognition.
There is no turning back, its all gone.
Disappeared, washed away by the tides of,
unfeeling time and deliberate neglect.


All traces of fond times and happy places,
erased from the unsuspecting past.
It was a gradual decomposition, chip by chip,
each monument was broken down, inch by inch,
torturously, crushed slowly, blow by blow.


The degradation was swift but excruciatingly slow.
The slate was wiped clean, of its emotions,
and feelings, stripped of its treasures.
The path to the past’s door was barricaded with,
Padlocks of the present, gates slammed shut,
like the closing of the coffin lid.


Pitch black, suffocating, claustrophobic,
My living space has become.
Gasping for breath, clawing at the velvet-lined lid,
I scream wordlessly, panic sets in.
All I can hear is the sound of my voice,
Shrieking and calling your name.


You walked away after hammering the last nail,
in the coffin, unconcerned of my heart’s decay.
Oblivious to,
my soul’s rotting,
my life seeping out,
of my abandoned and listless body.
My outstretched hand, imploring eyes.
My heartrending wails, my strangled cries.
My unfulfilled desires, my unspoken sighs.
My final words to you,
had you stopped to listen, were,

“Darling, I’ll always love you.”




Lucks aka Sulekha