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Tragic,
was the adjective to qualify the last few days
Day hadn’t wrapped before night came
Oh death!
You faceless traitor
With saturated eyes,
i gulped more bottles of whiskey
The pain was numbing
I was numb with pain
To fight the grief was the purpose of drinking
And truly I won the battle
But the victory was short lived
Cause the grief died,
and reincarnated to suppressing depression
The burial was today
Grandpa’s burial was today
The pain of grief thickened
Solemn were the occupants of the car,
as I drove us to burial venue
Each lost in their individual thoughts
My world had dulled
My colours had faded to black
He had left even without saying goodbye
Oh death!
You nameless taker
My eyes couldn’t bear the shattered visions,
as the memories of grandpa flooded
So I shut my eyes tightly
More memories flooded easily now
I momentarily forgot I was driving
I was half way sleeping, slipping further
Slipping out of reality
The screams of the car occupants;
my parents and sisters
Recuperated me
The terror filled screams hung on the air,
fading slowly as the car stumbled and tumbled
Death was in my face
It embraced me warmly
It smelled of clay
We were heading for a burial
Each heading to each’s grave