BUBBLES

                                                     

Living in a bubble

She floats above the earth,

High up in the dark clouds where nothing Is visible,

Where living souls don’t exist.

Silent voices, blank thoughts, open eyes that don’t see,

Suspended breaths, deafened ears

A living heart that does not beat,

Bland feelings, insensitive thick skin;

These are the clothes she wears every day

To shield her from existing.

Living in a bubble, she floats through life,

A lifeless living relic of days with bluer skies,

Strolling leisurely through the streets

Of oblivion, stopping every now and then

At misery and the land of anguish where she dines

With the voices that seep from perpetual deafening silence;

The voices that with such sweet and sultry appeal

Whisper: slash a vein or two. relish the sweet pleasure of pain.

Savour the sweet sight of blood oozing so graciously.

Hers is a life without efforts of living, 

Void of hopes for a tomorrow.

For every new day that she has to live in that bubble,

She curses the day life was ever created

And waits in worn out patience for the day hers will end.

Before she started living in a bubble,

She lived in a house with a mother and a father,

And siblings,

She used to care for the little things;

Lunch, laughter, dancing, praying, playing.

Things changed when her little garden started

To grow pretty flowers and then she was made to

Allow a visitor who promised that they were only taking

Care of the garden.

Her entire little garden was razed on the day when

Eternal dusk came as soon as the sun rose.

Her life clashed with everything and everyone she held dear.

The result of the altercation was her damned reality

And an introduction to her demons who became her

Closest companions until today.

Living in a bubble

She knows that her security is not guaranteed,

She knows that something will burst her bubble

And send her falling down from the clouds and

Crashing on solid earth, scattering into a million pieces

But she does not care.

She has with her a candle that’s burned its wax to the very last,

Its light flickering in the breeze.

She has the light of that candle to save her from her darkness

Overleaf there is

whatever it is that will burst her bubble and save her from

Living in her excruciating existence.

She knows she'll either be delivered from the darkness or

Escape from life.

Either way, she wins.