Cold of the sun: Beyond Life

I feel nothing, no more,
the suffering, the pain,
the fight,
the wounds in my core.

Lying there,
I see myself in white,
the laws of life,
I finally defy.

The light merges,
in the darkness of my mortality,
the silence speaks,
the unspoken words of my reality.

There are no more lies,
hurt and screams,
just the lost radiance,
left for them to see.

These chains,
a part of me,
will not break
clutched by eternity.

The blood,
the breath, the soul,
they make sense,
no more.

The bright day-light,
the open skies,
the essence of life,
have left me buried in the ground,
that warmth,
is now nowhere to be found.

Emotionless,
I chase my shadows,
still undone,
searching for the clarity,
in the cold of the sun!

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Synopsis: A poem about afterlife, where a depressed person is not able to find redemption even after death.