"Try not to weep as I say my last goodbyes.."
Her love.. it vanished.
She took a moment
to look at her first baby girl
and her mind was set straight.
As if I were a leaf
struck by lightning turned into crumbs
of burnt nibbles.
In her eyes,
I was a perfect jewel
that rusted into a cheap, useless bronze metal.
What could she do other than to toss me
on aside
and away?
I have been mistreated
by my only flicker
of hope..
But she remains nothing
but a restless
stranger to me.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
