The letter to the dead.

He was a star.
A luminous one;
always shining.
Oh, how people adored him,
were fascinated by him.
But how little they knew;
how he used to hold himself together,
by his own gravity.
Sometimes it used to be really hard though –
pulling himself together;
and there was always this fear of exploding into the supernova.

Waking up in the middle of the night
thinking about ways he could end this pain –
this unbearable pain,
He did manage to end it… in the end.

He did explode into the supernova.
It was not just a heart
that shattered that night,
it was hope.

Is this how it was supposed to end?
But I guess in the end it doesn’t even matter.


The letter to the dead - poem on The Yellow Wall Mag | River Phoenix, Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf, Kurt Cobain, Chester Bennigton

1 Comment

  • Our lives are ending one minute at a time. . Great piece of writing Komal. . Keep up the good work n keep writing more

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