The Uncertainty
I choked,
I choked,
As she plunged her head straight down into the muddy wash-up of emotions.
Her sanity stained with disease bursted into particles…
…miles away from the light of the world.
Fading, was the presence of the will to be immune to this fate.
Yet not far away, the fear of uncertainties still persisting,
As she kept on living to the best of her fear.
Damned that head.
But I see in you, uncertainty lives around us,
Down in our throats like a still knife,
Dipped in the blind spot of our sensitivity.
Once shaken, we won’t stop from the shiver of pain.
It’s in the realization of how worthless someone has died,
In the sorrow of regretting the little time we missed out.
It’s in the mistake we realized too late,
In the pain we feel as we watch them buried the body of a no soul man.
She keeps on uncovering the feeling that hasn’t once belong to her.
Those of guilt and of poignancy.
And now her life has slowly befallen into the void of the uncertainty.
How messed up is this stranger I adore?
They say she will die soon.
But she doesn’t seem to know.
And now I’m mad,
At how uncertain I would realize I’m not prepare to be a passerby.
