The Way

In the resolution of his thoughts,
the dreams that once sprang whither away,
and a sense of nothingness replaces whatever once was.
The luminousness of felicity now became opaque,
almost obsolete... a sentiment of lonelyness deflowering his life...
the remnants of solitude overpowered him, perturbing his heart,
his uneased mind, vanquishing the little desire for life...
His whole constitution gave room to pain,
his limbs weakened and his mind faltered.
Logical resolution of thoughts were no more,
and his weary tearful eyes beheld
what was the final dusk of a life being absorbed into oblivion,
being relinquished to a different estate,
a estate of nothingness.
His heart could not accommodate other feeling but apprehension,
his spirit writhing within, dreading to be set free.
Nothing more to think for thoughts became of no use anymore,
no more sentiments for they are vile, only a lugubrious way into void...
nothingness... only one way...


RQ
Moscow
16/5/10