Featured: Wattpad Poetry Feb 2022
My times spent having conversations about life, longing and love.....with myself.
In the company of solitude, I attempted to pen down a few lines on a range of emotions and experiences with a simple aim to revisit t...
Tread Softly, Cause you tread on my dreams! -Yeats
I was passing by the town in rage, where my innocent youth had gathered age. And there I saw a broken hut, the place where I met her first.
The door held a broken nameplate, What once held both our names, Had her half missing on the slate, Memories- Fallen, broken, forgotten.
As I opened the wooden door, Innocent memories escaped with the creak, The old, diseased memories just glanced at me, And again went back to being, unrecognizing me.
I walked up to the one awake, Her eyes open, she glanced at me, I knew those eyes, my mother's tide, She saw me smile and cry within, She closed her eyes and quietly died.
I walked to what was a kitchen once, My wife's memory lay waiting sick, Shivering in cold, burning in fever, With trembling hands, she reached for mine. And with a quiet wail, she quit her life.
I walked to the small broken wooden bed, There she lay, my daughter's smile, She rose gently, hugged and pitied me, And with a sigh, she laughed, one final time.
I walked to the tired window, The glass pane where we drew our dreams, On rainy days & cold nights, All cracked like flowing tears, The once beautiful view outside, With my rage, I had wiped all clean.
I am left alone in the house, All memories now perished and died, In rage, I had left behind, My solitary chance at life.
I dug my weathered garden all night, Where my little dog was buried, One by one, I carry each memory, Soul quietly wailing, I bury them deep.
Now I stand to face the ugly mirror, Trying to cry, trying to hide, Not one memory to mourn for me, I now fall alone and my existence died.
I shall never Rest in Peace!
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