The End of Reason

It was in the manner of the unspoken word that it all became clear.
What was meant to have remained unknown and what was never sought for was the conclusion.

This was the reason for all my seasons
and this was the course of life chosen for me.

Yet the clarity cut into the heart of it all.
What an exquisite torture of my soul.

The Sadness of Being

The glass of the night is broken as I sit and stare at me in the mirror, the deafening silence numbs my being and I wonder when can I disappear in my sadness.

I now know that peace will always elude me and I am really tempted sometimes to leave this arena and become peaceful forever.

and this follows....

With every passing moment,
The vibrant colors of the flowers will turn dark,
The leaves curl up and slumber off.
The birds sound the death knell,
The twinkling shroud slowly appears
And the day knows its end has come.