to receive so swift a death
just under one breath
how repetitive this has been
how painful your words have been

may you be granted ignorance
may you be blessed with hope
he walks off to another realm for a new experience
he walks off to cross a new tightrope

he repeats himself
only to reveal how fragile his will is
if it must be done it must be done
but he is weak
to execute that dreadful act
deep down inside
he knows how he feels
but if he was to write this narrative
he did not know how to end it with a happy ending
therefore he must let go
the author has to die
in presence and in absence
he may become a distant memory
with labels easily recognisable
slowly becoming a victim of time
but to him the feelings are complex
and may remain for long
do not ask what they are
if only he could relate
the depiction is futile
just as the labour did not bear fruit
what labour? it is just the rotten fruit that falls to the ground
trampled on and forgotten
contributing nutrients for a period
please stop talking to him
if your words should sting unwittingly
please stop thinking of him in a particular way
for he cannot resist thinking otherwise
he is weak
but he does not want to confess
he cannot pretend for long
the outcry can be fatal
so avoid him please
before he releases it all
and loses the only thing left
he cannot say it explicitly
he only hopes something happens
that may make swift the resurrection
not necessarily unto glory
but to a rest
he is laughing now
but the real rest comes
it is neither funny nor sad
it is just pure rest
a rest from you
who for the longest of time
he had no courage to say
the words to give him that rest