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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.

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She bent her head..
And rolled over.
Gaping up..
The shadows stood out.
Staring at her as they haunted..
Listening as they taunted.
Kissing on her cheeks..
Tears making her weak.
Warmth of wrath..
Strapped in filth.
Close to death..
Claustrophobic stealth.
She held her hands..
Emptiness stands.
Smothering close..
Fearsome enclose.
Whispering speech..
Troublesome screech.
Shouting it’s all over..
Under the midnight cover.

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