Streaks of light forced themselves into the grand foyer,
Through a narrow aperture of the gloomy mansion,
Children were running around with gusto,
As the kaleidoscopic beam of the sun expose their bare heads,
The lifeless medium that contained their souls,
The sheets of white they have donned,
The golden ribbon strapped to their bony, fragile arms,
The smiles that they have staged.
In our eyes,
Oblivious to the real world,
They kept on playing,
Contented in their made up realms,
The festivities continued,
Hope and despair have had us blinded,
Covering the stream of tears;
Rolling down their masks of joy,
Obscuring their fairly vague cries of pain.
Oh,
How convincing they were,
How we were fooled by their;
Masks of naivety,
Oh,
How we had hoped,
For them,
For us.
But deep inside, they knew,
Since long before we did,
That the candle that had been for eternity,
Fueling their hearts,
Shall one day burn out,
And,
Exhaust the violated cavities of their holy chapels,
Leading them astray,
Away from their future and away from their loved ones,
Towards the end of the illuminated tunnel,
Closer to their eternal abode,
Nearing the Almighty.
They knew, but they've never given up hope. They kept on fighting no matter how much it hurts. They kept on struggling in spite of the grief. They kept on living every moment of their lives to the fullest despite knowing what the future might bring.
Why shouldn't we do the same?
