The Unbecoming

Written by: Jagang Sukma

Why the silence, why the chill
Why the gritty gap between
Have these words cut I would have pleaded
But no such instance of hearts acquainted
Nor bitter intermittent of sweet nothing smiles
 
The door swings open with unbecoming goodbye 
Bisporadic spheres my familiar world passes by
And still I wonder
Why the cold, why the silence

If that is it
If that is how things are made (or manifested) to be
Perfectly - then so be it

I’ll move on 
No worries, no loss
Just another prophesised tragedy

We’ll walk our different paths 
Estranged it may be, but that is the cost

Pricked; you bleed...