by Seymour Nightweaver

Created on: November 24, 2011   Last Updated: November 30, 2011

WHERE ARE YOU?

A stranger lay in silence

drenched in a pool of blood

A fool, many said

better off dead

for the shame and disgrace

of crumpling his own life

and throw it off the window

fourteen storeys below.

A humour, some shrugged

and a few spit on the corpse

from lips of puffed up men

while some shook heads

sighing while they look away

and forgetting as they walk,

locking the attic door behind

as if nothing ever happened.

*

And here I am

witnessing as a wind

that blows from a distance

whispering to myself,

where is everybody

when his heart was broken

and where is love

when all of us knew too well…

that none of us could live without it.

Again,

where is everybody…

Where are you?

Note:

A tribute to Alviss Kong.

Newspaper article: http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/12/19/nation/7647966&sec=nation

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