She got up on an early morning….
Thinking about suicide….
It had been long since the hungry tide of time and circumstance…..
Washed away her world of dreams….
But it was just on this nice beautiful fresh dawn….
She realized how long he had been gone…..
There had been mornings and evenings without him….
And she felt like she was living someone else’s life…..
But it was still some life she led….
Though she always woke up on a lonely bed….
It was strange after all this dance of destiny…
She could still keep a sound head….
She thought about the poem she had long read…
Something about’ home they brought her warrior dead’…
She was a budding young girl back then….
And she remembered how her silly heart had bled….
And thought the woman in the poem had not cried out for her dead husband….
She understood why seeing her child the mother in her bled…..
She ruminated upon her circumstances….
A child, a lover, a friend, a family she had none….
All she had was the lonely moon and the burning sun…..
She decided to follow like always where her heart led…
She would wait for the moon to come out tonight…..
And then for the last time get into her bed…
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Love the content and theme!!
When did you write this sweetheart?Did you cry that night...else such description effortlessly cannot come....if it did ..you are a genius....keep writing and fill up our soul....
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