It snapped again and went off much quicker than the earlier ones.
Did it surprise me this time? Yes, it did.
That it snapped did not surprise me but the way it did.

Tying a knot I did not realize that threads around me were weak
When it actually began, it was catastrophic, a chain reaction.
Thread after thread snapped, leaving few around in no time
yet I did not give up, for there were those in which I had faith
and yet it snapped and when it did I see patience wear out
as does the confidence on the threads around.

For once I realize, it was plain stupidity to tie a knot
where everything was and is beautiful without one
yet I see a struggle for the urge to resurface, for
what has ever remained constant about life was and is
hope, though unfounded and insane, yet it fuels life.

What seemed as a path illuminated turned out to be a dark alley, the lanterns are no more there.
Few of them disappeared, few of them broke apart and few refuse to prove their life.
Yet, I clung on for there were those, which never seemed to fade away and yet they did.
When they did, they left me in the dark, darkness surrounded by murderous silence.

I am in the dark
yet I can see, a path.
There is silence all over,
yet I can hear, a whisper.

I can see a path in the dark, different from the one illuminated by lanterns
and I seem to love it for the path is the way I want it to be.
I can hear a whisper in the silence around, a whisper barely audible until now
and when heard it seemed like mind met the heart, finally.

I feel shallow inside for what has been so integral so long has vanished.

Yet, I don't feel the pain, I don't feel the anguish,
for I can never emote as I used to,
for the only one that could trigger an emotion has vanished.

On a stranger side, I feel lighter
for I have nothing more to lose
for all I could lose has been lost.