So this is another one of 'the traveler' series poems, it narrates a short story in a poetic way
Dedicated to Will_Nico_Solangelo
She lay there, lonely
Shivering in the cold
The wind was chilly
Life was so harsh
Small hands and feet
Of her only child
Lay in the grave
In the dark coffin
Her one and only
Son, her only reason
To keep going on
How painful it was
To let go of
Something so precious
A part of her
His heart beat with
Hers for nine months
They shared the same
Life for nine months
She was just broken
Her lover, he drank
Till he dropped down
Each and every day
He reeked of whiskey
She cried every night
After he left her
Bleeding and wet with
Millions of tiny tears
Her one and only
Companion, the pages
Of her small book
With a wonderful fragrance
And a red cover
She read many times
The story of the princess
Who had a perfect life
She felt jealous
She felt so tired
Of living her own
With everything lost
How could she go on?
When everything,
Everything,
Hurt her so much?
He drank and drank
It was his escape
Reality took too much
Responsibilities
Bills, taxes, id's
No, no, no, no
He was just
A child at heart
So lonely and lost
He kept tripping
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Drops Of Dew On A Lonely Leaf
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