My silent tears fell on the
Black waters of the river
As I sat beside Styx and wept
And they were lost forever..
The souls drifted on
Their tormented faces never
To see the light of Cheerful
Life and Hope Ever..
Torment..and Eternal sadness..
Loneliness.. Sorrow..Gripped me
And I stared on Helpless..
Am I the legend of distress..
Sitting on a lonesome shore
Waiting for a hopeless hope
When you are there no more..
The memories they fall down
Into the cascading depths of Styx
Turning ashen and colour devoid
Burnt and pale like the Onyx..
Burned like charred embers
The Ripped pieces of my soul
As the lights in them were snuffed out
Never will I be again whole..
Styx seemed so unforgiving..
So full of eternal suffering..
Yet to me Styx felt gentle..
So carefree and welcoming..
I stripped down into nakedness..
Disrobing my guilt and sorrows..
My conscience raw and vulnerable
Into the cold unforgiving watery furrows..
The coldness..touched my spirit
Ah so gentle and soothing..
The fiery touches of black water-flames
Unhappy laments of souls crooning
The lullaby of Death’s Eternal Abyss
Made my soul beautifully sway..
Seemed so heartbreakingly beautiful
Memories of a happy lifetime seemed Faraway..
The waves of Hatred
Thawed the burning
Eased the pains inflicted
Ending all my suffering
The River Styx.. the river of hatred
My mortal wounds it Healed
And rekindled the burning spirit of life
The spirit to be avenged
From the grip of Mortality
The hatred made be fight
The shackles of pain broke
And in my Insight
A beautiful life was saved
From the Clutches of Grief and death
For it was not the time
To breathe my last breath.
-By Soumya Bunk
Mortality is an inevitable constant but that should not be a cause to hate one’s own life or end one’s own beautiful life, we need to be warriors of can fight grief and pain..one’s own conscience is the best weapon to win a battle against one’s own grief and battle of pains and misery.