‘I was alive once...and that was when you were not
The voice echoed through the thunderous rain and I never
even noticed for once, the other coffin that was lying besides yours. Maybe it
wasn’t even there till they offered you to the black soil on that bleak
September night. Maybe I was too engrossed in myself to notice, or maybe I was
too wrapped up in you to feel life drain out of me into that abysmal hole in the
ground that only seemed six feet deep at that time.
Even they never noticed. But then, how could they anyway?
The blind are never supposed to see. Or are they?
Maybe they chose not to see ... or maybe their demons
curtained it from their view by sheer force of evil. They think they are their
companions for eternity, but they are not. They’ll live with their demons till
they die ... but they’ll die alone. His or her demon will move on to someone
else, perhaps to her or perhaps to him, again, to haunt him or her to eternity.
As for me, I’ll just lie here ... alone. With no angel or
demon to keep me company. For I am one who has found permanent companionship
with solitude itself. I have seen the light in the supreme darkness of its
nothingness. I have heard the whispers of solace echoing through its silent
vales. I have found love and sympathy cradled in the tentacles of scorn within
it ... I have found my voice, but have lost the words.
But I know. I’ll live within this death till it dies. And
they will learn to let their demons go, and awaken with their hearts not blind
They will see that other coffin ... lay it beside yours and
cover it with the black soil of that bleak September night. And a voice shall
echo through the cemetery...
dead once...that was when you were not alive,
But now I
am alive within your death.