• Lorna Ilena Bussue

A Voiceless Story

He was one of those persons

Who I remembered

With an ingratiating smile

And temperament like the weather

His mood you could not tell

As he was often times morose

In the presence of another

But I 've seen his eyes lit up

When engaged in playful pranks

His nature defined in unpredictability

I had not seen him for a while

Until one day

I spotted him amongst his friends

They were one of a kind

What caught my eyes

And drew my surreptitious glance

Were those eyes devoid of meaning

Belonging to the dead

But appearing in the living

I saw in him the fear

Of not knowing life's meaning

I did not know his story then

But saw he was only existing

I later learned of allegations

Of his involvement in a murder

He sought anonymity

In another country

But his conscience no habitation could find

I was saddened by his demise

The way he was callously gunned down

In broad daylight for all to see

And I wondered sorrowfully

Whether in death he has found peace

The body becomes an empty shell

When the qualities that give life

Have departed

But they are eternal and will not die

They wait for life in a different sphere

life is sad but also kind

Giving us the choice

To decide on the direction of the mind


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