Mountain

2014-12-04 02:09AM

On the mountain hill painted by our joy veridian
to embody the colour of growth
when the light of happiness shines brighter
than the darkness inside us could swallow,
we wore funeral gowns to remember
from the beauty of the evergreen
we would only experience in shame.

We drove out the spirits of our pasts,
and as we laid down on the grass
we could feel the life around us wither away
and the tombstones on our chests grow heavier,
as the earth itself made the mountains
an abyss where our joy for living
was laid to final rest.

We swore that we wouldn't be separated
by any force of nature or man,
thinking that the forever of our love
was a gift of true providence.

But our oaths meant nothing to the mountains,
and as the light of our bonds faded
I knew only the restlessness of despair
anchoring me to this grave - this oblivion.

And the evergreen withered in my presence,
as the pain of living life like a funeral
that is protected and consumed by the hollow void
spread like a disease from the gaping hole in my chest.