The Epistle

I blinded my thoughts in order to beg, to believe, to see,

To remember, remember the ringing voice,

The deep wailing of my heart:

The steep echoes of my soul.

While the unconquerable feeling consumes the light,

It paralyzes my faith, while triggering my gluttonous mind.

It leave I inglorious here,

Inside these abysses,

These abysses of despair and fear.

Far beyond these pits of darkness,

A pinch of light lifted my head.

I fled these abysses on finding this radiance,

And soon I realized; you were the light:

You are the savior of my might.

Ought I to be grateful?

Grateful for the inconvenience of this life?

The time when sun rays illuminates the light,

I'll stand at the edge of yesterday’s night,

Spare my patience in a patterned line,

Just to find the epistle of this life.

By:  Rayyan Handrisa