Presence of sadness
In every moment
When the flame of the candle of life
Becomes a thing of the past
And a fall into the depths
Of the dreamless eternal sleep
It is the matter of certainty
That is waiting on the edge of being
Fall does not give any exceptions
And awakening exists just for some
Because the last exhale
Is a cruel reality
Human remains
Cannot hear the lament
Of those who live
At this moment
What only remains
Is the coldness of the body
Joined with the cold soil
The surface is closed
Over the coffin
And the leaves of trees
Cover the evidence
Of a forever locked dungeon
With no exceptions
So flow the days and nights
For all