Lament

In the breeze of autumn.
I sat under the shady tree.
Watching over someone who has passed on.

Someone who will never come back.
No matter what happens.
That person will be gone forever.

As the autumn leaves begin fall,
I begin strumming on my guitar.
A requiem.
Composed for that beloved love one.

I paused for awhile.
To think about the one who had just passed on.
Memories,
Can never be erased.
No matter how hard one tries.
Bitter, sweet or sour,
They will be kept in our souls
Till death is to be upon us.

The leaves continue to fall.
And I continued strumming,
the requiem which I composed.

Flashbacks continued flodding my mind.
Of the times we spent together.
Never gonna forget them.
Not going ignore them.

However, all I could do now is regret.
Regret for taking things for granted.

As I strummed the last few parts of the requiem,
I noticed that the leaves had stopped falling.
And in turn, the surrounding,
were covered in a blanket of white snow.
It was already winter.

Finally, I came to a stop.

Negative thoughts began coming into my mind.
I was lost.
Lost both spiritually and physically.

Disowned..
No matter where I go.
What's the use of continuing?

However, a voice at the back of my head,
kept me from giving up.

What is it actually?

The 'voice' stopped.
But it took on the form of memories.
All kinds of memories.
The sad times.
The happy moments.
It began to make sense to me now.

No matter what happens,
I still have friends and family.

Wherever I go,
That fact will never change.

For,

"I am not afraid to keep on living.
I'm not afraid to walk this world.
Nothing people say will stop me from going home"

Slinging my trusty guitar round my shoulder,
I began my journey on finding my 'home'.