The Withering Mirth
A silent darkness lingered about
as the melody of the winds seem muted.
Fear, stealthily paved its way;
Nevertheless I bravely stayed rooted.
Time flew faster than before
for my doom didn’t seem too far;
the time my bright flames would fade away
leaving behind just a sooty sear.
Sadness and dismay weren’t that profound
A fairly complete life, I thought
for I had served my sole purpose,
aided others with the light they sought.
I looked all around, expectantly
praying I’d find but another soul
Aghast, I flickered despite no winds
helpless and losing self-control
I wondered what happened to them all
Not even a trace was left behind
They’d be there throughout my life I was sure
Or perhaps t’was a belief that was blind.
Yielding to the golden flames of my past,
I was amazed at what I was.
A boisterous candle as vibrant as ever;
glowing vigorously without a pause.
Standing around me were my dear comrades,
All ablaze with an intimate zeal;
to fend for others at the time of their need
or so they made me feel.
Desperate for answers, I searched deep within
and saw myself, young and spirited.
Content with friends and a charming low
By heck, my life seemed riveted.
All in all, my past seemed perfect.
Exuberance filled my cup of life
but not for long did the joy remain
for stabbed I was, by truth’s cruel knife.
Glimpsing into the mirror of candour
a bolt from the blue I felt.
A cold shiver ran down my spine
as the lucid truth was upheld.
Alone I stood in the perspicuous mirror;
surrounded by sheer murkiness
despite the pressure of flames around
that shone out of mistaken benevolence.
All of a sudden, awareness dawned
as I glared at my peer light-givers
who one-by-one started to fade away
leaving me in agonized slivers
My fragile mind was beyond fragmented
Melancholy choked my girth;
‘Life is meaningless,’ I said to myself
as I conceded to the withering mirth.
Wanting no more of this spiteful life
I succumbed to the ether’s lord
My flaming head was put at once
and my body’s peace was restored