Have you ever seen
the tears of the sun
or a defeated king?
Can you be what you once were
when the prerequisite is lost?
Can you make sense as snow
if you’ve lost the ability to frost?
Who am I
in this new existence?
How am I to feel
when nothing feels real?
Reality snatched from beneath my feet,
I plunge into the unknown;
where I am
is no longer the same.
Old roads beat in by peace,
are now symbols of pain.
Tears of the sun are not rain.
It is a phenomenon so strong
you must abandon what you thought you knew,
or live a conscious lie.
The fear of rebirth
as a motherless child.
The fear of the reality
of a world without you.
What is left unfinished
will always be missed.
