Save the boy

The first time

I lay my eyes on him

I already know

there’s somewhat a scheme


Drawn on his face

On his eyes

that hold certain mysteries,

certain lies


Drawn on his lips

that pursed silent,

tight and cold

For every memory,

every pain he dearly holds


I wanted to ask

To know

to understand his past

To know something

behind that silent shadow he casts


From being intrigued,


I was now drawn,


I wanted

to know more

I wanted him to know


I am just here

to offer my hand


To help him understand

I am just here

silently waiting

For him to spread even one wing


But while busy asking

For him to leap up and soar

To overcome that written agony

in an instant blur

To learn to swim,

out of that despair

towards that vivid melancholy


I didn’t know

I was slowly killing him

Choking him,

making him immobile in a whim


I didn’t realize

What I offered,

is nothing but damnation

Instead of salvation,

I was leading him

to his own destruction


So I just patiently wait

For him to re-write his fate

In a cold hard ground,

I wait

Keeping my hopes

that it is not too late


So I just silently pray

Looking at the lost boy lying

Looking at his past

that cruely holds him

The present,

that refuses him to dream


In front of me is a boy,

left and pulverized by time


and eventually defeated by the same chime


Of a young love so poisonous,

so vain

so vague out of the blue

So much that he can no longer recognize

the boy he was made into


Save Him

He lost his daughter, he lost his wife, his mother and in the course of events…he almost lost his self.

The pain and emptiness as well as the longing for someone are so suffocating that you eventually wish to just die and let go of everything, he experienced it all. He experienced it in a tender age of seventeen. He was so young back then but he struggled to fight though he was eventually crushed by the obstacle that was so big compared to him.
The pieces of his self were scattered in the ground, pulverized by time.
Though I badly wanted to give my empathy, I already knew that there’s no way I could understand his pain. There’s no way I could feel the same loneliness he’d experienced. There’s nothing I could do to help him forget but to silently reach out my hand for him; to save him from being totally drowned.
While remembering those eyes that were blurred by written agony, I knew he’s still struggling that night. I knew he hasn’t found the answers yet. But I badly wanted to help him heal, to overcome this challenged laid in front of him with me by his side. If he’d only let me, I would gladly stay.

If he’d only let me.

But that night, he refused…eventually letting go of my hand.

He let go of my offered salvation. He bid me farewell together with that simple nod and six words; I wanted to do this alone. I somehow knew that those words will escape his lips. I already have a haunch. But I didn’t know it will hurt like this. I wanted to curse, to shout and to cry. But it isn’t possible right? With him in front of me, I know the pain that was killing me is just a small ounce compared to what he’d been through and what he will overcome.
After locking my gaze towards his direction, I then initiated a kiss. He didn’t refuse nor pushed me like the last time. He just remained silent allowing me to express my pain and refusal to his decision. It just took me seconds when I tore myself away from him.
I have to let him go.
I wanted to answer that six words but I still haven’t found my voice. No, I don’t think I will ever find myself after this. Blinded by the tears that gave warmth to my cheeks, I watched him disappear in the shadows of silent buildings from behind.
After all the mess, after the entire ride, I was here all along. On the side line as a mere spectator watching him grow and disappear.