Life

As fragile as a leaf ,

torn apart to be shaped into something new

and then be thrown away

to wither among the others

soon I shall be part of this soil,

where I lay, and decay.

Soon my existence shall come to a halt.

I shall be the dirt, which one carries

without a care in the world

that what lies under the sole of their shoes

was once part of something beautiful,

something so rich, so alive

so joyous, yet so alone.

As dark as a shadow,

which follows its keeper’s every move

mimics the every dark move

every evil deed.

what happens when the shadows disappears

and there is no definition of the keeper

what happens when there is no light

for the shadow to find its way

what happens when the keeper

grows to be inclined towards the dark

he forgets what his shadow looks like

forgets the consequence of something wrong

and as if like a drug,

the dark world leads him through

wanting more, of what is in no limit

but what the keeper forgets

is that light is to come

and he can run away from what he does

but his shadow will reappear

and it will mimic its keeper again

making his deeds visible to family and all.

Life is dark, yes

and in that moment, one is lured

to do something so wrong

so unjustified

that in the light of the day

one is scared of how heinous

one can possibly be.