Daffodils

Part I

Disgraced and totally tortured. 

Surrounded by the reminisce of pain. 

Falling from grace with arms wide open. 

Clutching the fear with my bruised thoughts. 

The torturing is unbearably strong 

but feeling and 

being alive is fighting against it. 

Still feeling helpless now? 

Too ashamed to be noticed.     

With age comes fear;

Fear of not knowing the truth.

What truth?

The truth of the unknown. 

What’s going to happen to me? 

To the birds, the trees, the other daffodils?

Help me see what I can’t see. 

Give me the chance to be free. 

Part II

But, I’m not free. 

Who’s really free?

Ignorance. 

Completely oblivious to the pain. 

Not ready to talk about it? 

Who is ever ready to talk about it?

Reflections depict our present state. 

Memories supposedly protect our past states. 

Both of mine have coincided and want me to disappear. 

Shall I let them? 

To take everything from me? 

Sure, it’s all I have. 

Besides, keeping future states is impossible?

Constantly changing and unpredictable. 

Part III 

 I’m dying. 

I feel it every second. 

I feel it in my core. 

Should I embrace it?

I’m not scared of the unknown anymore. 

I know it’s here, and I’m ready for it. 

I NEED to embrace it. 

I don’t want to leave my loved ones behind. 

Rapidly racing thoughts are colliding. 

It’s really happening-Was it supposed to always happen? 

Death greeted me as an acquaintance.  

Sorrowfully, I went- Unknowingly, my fate followed.