You, the reminder of those sweet moments,
Happy Birthday.

Downfall

The shadow of grief gets inside and pinches me here and there to announce of it's triumphant entrance. I stop moving my jaws to make a steady hold. I look sternly at things I once dearly loved. My mind goes blank from thought. The shadow makes its move forward to nip my heart like a cruel murderer and blows it into nothing. My poor heart looses it's heart in the midway. The victorious shadow dashes in to block my nostrils and to put me to suffocation. My head weighs a heavy load and tears roll off my cheeks from the swollen eyes just to make those wretched dry marks. At that moment of self-pity, I only wish to fly to my mother and sob in her lap. When I realise I cannot do that, I write here hopelessly for I can extricate myself from this pain in no other way.