Simple Poetries

Reality

My body is cold
So my heart.

My eyes are haunted
So my mind.

My legs are wounded
So my spirit.

I'm done
So is my life.

I let you go
'Cause I loved you.

Life is as grateful and precious
as it is hard.

Death is as harsh
as it is merciful and forgiving.

The cycle of life and death
is like the cycle of love and hate.

You deserved freedom
So my soul.

I set you free
By freeing my soul from life.

I died in the end
Just like I was born in the beginning.