First, I was bereaved,
and I pleaded her to speak
Then I was torn,
for her quietness was like a storm,
and before I could comprehend
I realized my world was coming to an end
Your assumed silence,
your indifferent stature,
your unperturbed stillness,
and the uproar in your calmness,
all staring my stupor soul,
as if a tangent was drawn
between our world
The ravine has a rage,
I tried to escape,
but was caught in a cage,
I screamed without a voice,
I wailed without a noise,
and like a fool,
I held to her imaginary dangling thread,
trying to find the end
in some labyrinth descend
She witnessed the turmoil
Yet she chose not to speak
for she was long gone from the world,
yes, she had deceased,
but his heart refused to let her go
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Some true words spoken out here. Even though she’s a fiction it feels like she’s alive. And it’s you painting the whole thing down.💙🤘🏻
Thanks so much for your lovely read. I truly appreciate it
I quite agree, you make the fiction alive, Shantanu.
Thank you so much for your support and encouragement. I am humbled
Omg!
This broke my heart!
I can feel that agony in your words!
Thank you for reading so beautifully. Always appreciate your presence ❤️❤️