Frightened, I keep seeing 2 you in front of my eyes.
Knowingly you’re well and alive.
That’s the suspect of the start of my mental journey.
The day of your demise while being alive.

Saddened, not being able to erase it away.
Forced to face at bay.
Seeing like it’s real that isn’t real.
Do u know what I feel?

Faded away while I saw myself.
Reassured you will stay.
While my demise is noted-
down on the book of the future.
© Benny