Speckles in my eyes obscured my clarity,
Like the droplets of tears that’s flowing so carefully.
A barren heart consoling for surviving,

This delicate spirit is slowly dissolving.
I must go on and repressed these memories,
Like the kindered souls who stood bravely,
Against the anguish of their asperity.

Death, How do you define it?
Is it Websters meanings or simply in plain Jane's?

How do you describe the feelings of loss?
When all you've got are silence and tears?

How do you reconcile the gap?
When you don't have the chance to fill it anymore?

How can you justify the harshness in this world,
That a wonderful and kind person had gone through?

How do you say you care and love them?
When it should have been told then?

Actions and reactions,
Raw, unrehearsed emotions,
Right or wrong,
Pictures who we are.