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Lost Life


When closing our eyes we see nothing just the dark black color that cover our sight

Opening slowly we gain colors and the uniqueness that the world in front of us have

but that beautiful artwork might disolve in a slit of a second,

Sleeping, fainting, coma, or death are some of the situation that can create our life to become full of darkness

making the world to seem as that it has fallen 

but is still the same to the others that are watching it with their gifted eyes that are still open

Why must some be blessed while others suffer from a disease that is uncurable and unwanted

Sounds are still heard but is fading slowly such as the echos in a cave lowering the volume to mute

Losing our strength we lose the touch sense and we won't be able to feel the hand of our love ones

and our voice became muted with no words to say to them for the last second

Lost life we will become but we will leave behind the moments that I have made happiness and sadness

 

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Eduardo Merino A.

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