Chaos

I lie on the bed of thoughts,
I think, think, think.
The soft pillow deadens darkness,
In wilderness I blink.

A glass breaks, it shatters peace,
The pain seeps deep, deep, deep.
I drink from the bleeding edges,
An echo of insanity weeps.

-Monica

The Anonymous Death

I dreamt of a death last night,
The deceased was unknown to me,
They said the name was “Heart”,
A tragic murder it seemed to be.

Faith and Trust the kith and kin,
Had already passed away,
Bereft in this commercial world,
Heart had no reason to stay.

Those who looked on in amusement,
Had a fancy story to relate,
Of how sincerely Heart went about,
Surrendering willingly to fate.

It seems first emotions were slashed,
With the sharp razor of practicality,
Then methodically care and kindness were strangled,
As Heart drained itself of humanity.

With the last struggle of helplessness,
Love flowed out of every cell,
Pain trickled down the eyes,
As Heart rang the death knell.

“Heart was a good ol’ chap”, they said,
Very different from the rest,
So instead of suffering in perpetual misery,
This suicide for Heart was best.

All paid their last respects,
And in life quickly moved on,
The museum fought for the final rights,
Of a relic that to the world would remain unknown!

-Monica