Silent Night…
There is some discontent in a corner of my heart, hidden; had been ignored for too long now…
yet now that the dust have settled down, and I can see through the rubble… I feel it gnawing at my heart…
And I don’t want to speak about this to anyone else but you… Others don’t hear me, they are too noisy inside…
But then, I feel over the years , asking you to listen… when I have myself not been able to convey much… You are bored now…
And I don’t know where to turn to, whom to ask to be heard…
I feel lost…
What is it that I want…? What is it that I miss so much…? Why this discontent with life…?
How long will it gnaw at my heart….
There won’t be anything much of me left soon…
The Abyss, the Dark, the Lonesome Night… will eat away my soul…
I will be dead..
What does it mean to die…? Not physically, but when the discontent has eaten me up fully, as I surrender to its apetite…
What will remain of me? Will it be Heaven or Hell?
I Don’t Know. And I am Scared!
