If death is final, then why does it linger?
Why do loved ones wallow in its distress?
On such questions I wish to put a finger
and unravel the mystery of postmortem stress.
Existence supposedly ends with death, ...
I don't know you
but I know too well,
Your habit of not locking the door, and walking shoeless on the cold floor
Your worn pijama with small spots on it
Your messy hair which can almost always be seen in the air ...
I dream for a quiet place -
where I can rest while mellow air refreshes my body and face
and not be disturbed by humans loudly talking outside;
or by the unpleasantly loud garden machinery;
or by the neighbour stomping heavily on the floor; ...
My dear, do you know what is like to be a helpless man?
I never liked to be, but now i am.
Troughout my life i tried to give the best i can,
it only turned to be in vain.
Will you allow me to manifestate the helplessness i feel, ...