The doorbell rung
silencing my muddled thoughts
I got up
and walked
touching the walls
with my trembling hands
And opened the rusty door
Creaking and shuffling of shoes
were the only noises
that could be heard
As the person stood
in front of me
Staring into my eyes with a gaze
that could shatter glass
With the glass shard
always sticking to you,
the pain always unabating.
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Poetry"When death seems near.. " A tiny tale of woman and a man being victimised. Who was the victim? Who was the lover or was there any? Did the relationship blossom like roses or just left marks of thorn? Click read to find out.
