There she lies…
Serene at last
Her end was quick and fast
No more troubles causing her harm
No more nightmares to keep her awake
Night after night
Her eyes shut, face tranquil
Look, she no longer cries…
Here was hope
Here were dreams built on wishes
Wishes built on love
That love now lost — gone
But, didn’t she know?
The answer is no…
She thought they didn’t care, no one did
If they did, they’d know of her plight
She’d still be here had they loved her, right?
There used to be laughter
Sounds of mirth in the very room where she now lies
It would ring through the walls
Carrying joy to the hearts of others
She would make everyone laugh
Yet, when it came to herself
She would falter, weeping instead
As the day’s agony sunk in at night
Aggravated by the fights
Silent tears would fall into the pillow.
She is gone now
Nothing will change that fact or bring her back
No words, no tears
She cannot see now nor hear
These thoughts should have been conveyed
While she was breathing, not after death!
As she is taken away
Her body brushing against the sweetness of the air
Now cold against her skin
Which was once rosy — now pale,
There erupts a heartrending wail.
Two young eyes follow her
Their innocence claimed by tragedy
Streams flowing from them
As they behold a loved one dead
The child no longer visible
Lost forever as loss kills the child
And seeds of maturity are sown
For only this will help him survive
He lets out one last cry of anguish
And stares unblinking… keeps on staring
As though it will make her live again
Foolish hope! He is still such a child.
There she lies…
Misunderstandings and nonexistent communication —
See how they claim a life!
Years of labour, years of love
Now come to waste – in an abrupt end
A young life with so much to offer
Now gone forever, all of a sudden
She had only wanted acceptance
But ensnared in and confounded
By webs of deceit, disillusionment and mostly lapses in comprehension
She lost all desire to live
What a shame!
And now, there she lies…
Date: 22.12.2006 //my last poem of the year
4 comments:
Amazing!this is the best stuff i've read so far...
i'm speechless.
Thank you .L.O.S.T, it is very kind of you to say so.
It's very. You.
:)
Dont give up.
It's metaphorical, isn't it? Of how people can break easily. And how when they do break it's hard to understand how they did? And how when the understanding part comes alive, it's a mockery made of how easily She was broken?
Ah. I am not making sense here. I never do, but that's a different story. What we have here is poignant poetry.
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