‘’I have conquered them all, but I am standing amongst graves.”
To which depths do you want to swim?
Does the strength of slaying the crocodiles in the deep ends of the sea equate to the lovely smile standing next to you.
How long, how long beloved, can you stay under the water?
To which heights do you wish to climb?
Does the hot air from your nostrils, the panting, irregular heartbeat, cold body shakes, the mouth shivers with clenched teeth better than the warmth of an embrace.
How far, how far beloved, can your feet carry you?
To which pain do you wish to embody?
Do your evil thoughts not bore you, the hostage of your own body tire you?
Does the constant brain chaos equate a sober conversation with your kin?
How long will you we be in captivity of your own self?
Standing amongst the graves is not farfetched, it is a reality of hard heartened,
they mourn of the time on your hands
They cry over dead bodies; the advantage of voice is within your reach.
They wail over pride; humility is yours for taking.
Their bodies are cold, yours is warm, go forth and hug your beloved.
The time is now, you do not need to hold on for far too long,
Your days will be filled with the tightest embraces,
Your speech will be a blessing to generations to come,
Your death-bead will be surrounded by eyes of your beloved,
Of whom you took a chance by being an instrument of peace