faintly cries surrender
as if my heart wants, nay
need, direly need that rest
my lungs deprive my breath
of air, while my head it fills up
the rest of my being wants to live
on, they fight, a vicious struggle
one winning the first minute
and another on the next
and they affect my eyes
i feel a twitch
moist comes out, i see
nothing but black and grey
wasn't the sky
blue yesterday?
this is a ride
rough and wild, nasty ride
and i dared
taking a front seat, buckled
i played brave, so sure i will
make it, to the end
where you said you will be
waiting
and it took a ruthless loop
my head missed
hitting the ground, as i saw
you, or was it your shadow?
leaving...i called out
your name, everyone heard
and turned
except you..,you kept walking
away, father and farther away
not once looking back
and i was still in the loop
merely gazing now
watching you leave
or was it
just your shadow?
i hear the hinges creak
madly
as if in mock rhythm
telling me the end will happen
here, not where you waited
here where i hang
my feet above my head
my hands reaching
to touch the ground
if only
for the last time
i saw bolts falling off
one after another
making silent thumps
that only i seem to hear
every one else has left
safely off their cabs, happy
to see where their ride ended
yet i remain
here hanging, blood now seems to flow
only between my heart
and my head, blurring
my thoughts, obscuring the purpose
why i am here
a final jolt
and i knew i too will fall
off, this cab, off this ride
where my end waited
yes, an end just mine
indifference has consumed me
no fear exists now
i wait
in listless silence
knowing it will happen
any moment now
it will
just happen
closing my eyes
i saw myself here hanging
from a distance
flailing soul that can
no longer cry
remembering the world
before this ride
where i did not exist
where there were just
beginnings
no end, no fear, no pain
where love did not matter
and dreams
were not mine
eyes closed and still
waiting
i see the sky now
burning souls
who took this ride
but my soul is not
there yet
it's still watching me
maybe it too is waiting
for the fall
that will shred my flesh
into bits of memories
that saw you come
and leave