In a faded dress and
Roses freshly plucked
Held in her hands…
She makes her way
With a heavy heart
And grieving steps…
The time is of dawn
The air is warm
But she can’t get rid of
That nipping shudder,
This never left her,
Even with a gleaming sun…
A thread of thoughts runs through her mind,
Of all those, gone by times
When she woke up thinking of,
To quit the facade, they named life
Surrendering, herself to a cold demise
To accept things for the way they are…
To quit mourning over what can’t be healed
And she knew no other way of doing this feat
except by ending this mockery and strife
Finally, once and for all…
By now she is near the grave
Where an angel peacefully laid
A new string of thoughts
Runs through her mind
As she shivers
In golden sunlight
Maybe she is not
The most damned of them all…
Many more are there who continually mourn
Stuck in a labyrinth of time,
But can’t come out… without losing it all…
Those who lost all
Before it even began…
The bud that died
Before a blossom, it became
The child who left
Before knowing a mother’s bosom
Like a crippled truth
Destined to feel lonesome…
She looks at the roses in her arms
As she lays them in front of,
That cold white stone
And pays her respect
To the girl with only one date, on her tombstone…
Image Credit
Girl With The Umbrella – Mixed Media – Veener © Dusan Rakic
Guest Author Bio
Anosha Anwar
My name is Anosha , soon to have “Dr.” added as a prefix. I am just a person who likes to ponder over life and believes in catharsis by means of poetry, literature and arts.
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Hi Anosha,
Nicely done. Having felt compelled to click on the mysterious Tweeted title, your poem did not disappoint.