Aruna's Song

The night sings the elegy
Holding your head lightly upon its lap
The farewell song hums
Tears gently flow.

Confined to a bed,
Condemned to live your death
You served the sentence second by second
While the fiend escaped unscathed.

You lay limited by four walls.
While he roamed the streets.

You like to listen to the radio they said.
They who breathed life into you morsel by morsel.

I listen to the radio along with you.
Praying for you to pass.
Wishing you peace.
Wishing you release from this strange life you were forced to lead.

Stomach churns to hear the words you may have spoken.
Heartbeats pause to catch your wasted smile.
Eyes hurt holding back the pain you have endured.
It's time to let go. Gently may the night take you home.

(11.45 pm. May 15, 2015)

She died two days later. Hope she finally found the peace that was eluding her for so long.