Already Dead.

I met a heart,

A sobbing one,

I met a soul,

A breaking one.

I met someone,

Whose heart was beating,

His eyes were open,

And he was breathing.

Yet I could see,

Inside him,

Beyond his attempts to show he is alive,

I could see a dead in him,

I could see a death in him.

He covered his autumn with winter,

In pretty fairness,

And surprisingly,

No one got to know,

That inside, he was dead.

Life wasn’t beyond them,

I could see it in his eyes,

And even if he didn’t reveal in words,

I knew it from his cries,

When his life got carried away in his cries.