Paradise- by Jared Ken C. Perez

Dying in this blossom filled paradise,

I am hopeless.

It is spring yet…

The canaries and butterflies

Sing lies.

Flowers are blooming

Like smiles

Slowly appearing from lips

Often blank…

But here I am,

Dying.

The wind blowing scented

With pine and wildflowers,

Tickling my nostrils…

Reminded me of you,

My love.

It is all so good,

Yet so bad.

My feet

Half submerged

In this shallow waters,

A creek.

And it scorches my sole

Like fire!

The spring sun rays

On my face…

Warm, supposed to be…

But now cold,

Like the highest peak

Of the winter lands.

It kills me…

My life is ending.

As the air I breathe

Like daggers piercing

My chest from within!

Yet,

This is paradise,

This was paradise…

With you.

But hell when you slit my throat

With a kiss

So cold it burns!

And a whisper,

A goodbye…

A whisper so loud it deafens me!

Thus I lay aside…

In this paradise

With memories of you

We had here…

Thus,

In this paradise,

I die.


Jared Ken C. Perez