Noose

Painful scream.
Nor pain nor misery cannot stop.
“If only I could turn back the clock!”
The dark night is at his door
And his mother is no more.

The scream is past, it lives only in dreams;
Silence now governs, silence now screams.

Cold body.
In blood on floor cold body creeps.
“Please God, say she only sleeps!”
Panic and guilt are getting stronger
And he cannot take it any longer.

Warmth is now past, it disappeared in storm;
Cold now governs, cold now makes him warm.

Awful silence.
Two tombs stand one by another;
In one son, mother in other.
On his tomb stands his father, inconsolably sad.
He holds a noose that his son put around his head.

Everything is now past and everything must pass,
Death sneaks behind breaking fast our lives of glass.