The Table of Loss

 Cessation 

An ending that gave birth to a new lost hope of I will never return.

Trapped in the middle of somewhere and nowhere.

The aged grip of mortality suddenly fragilizes the strong

It passes down tons of agony to the beloved

The extinction of affection and care ceases to the brim

Drawing the line of extermination of present reality to forever normality

Curtains of existentialism draw down on absurdism.

And all man cannot quench is being in oblivion.

Cessation, an obvious porous touch on belonging.