Region Of Loneliness

To me, death is a mysterious premise,

I am terrified of knowing its mystery,

I am terrified of everything;

abjuring, unfamiliar to me,

abdicating, alien to me.

Voicing that, I am petrified,

saying that I am reluctant,

might looks that I am powerless,

but I am hesitant when,

I think about death.

Drawing a conclusion to imagine,

what death is, what birth is,

creating them in my own way,

actualizing through my own story,

entering to one and the other realm!

Reza Rashidi 

Amid of not being death,

devoid of being downfall,

exclusive of being over through,

From my present,

from my actual region!

And I feel that death is loneliness;

when, I am not in love,

a region where, there is no love,

some region absenting of,

loving and being loved.

Anywhere, that loneliness,

is diffusing its elements,

and spreading its hallmarks;

which is despair and dejection,

which is desert of emptiness.

In loneliness juncture,

there is no meaning,

no tenor and just terror;

no nitty gritty of essence,

no sprit of joyfulness.

To me loneliness is death,

I might be terrified so as to;

I am death, but I know that,

I am suspending in a region,

which is called loneliness.