Friday, November 06, 2015

A funeral

Slowly and surely,
you killed it mercilessly.
That which you planted,
and we nurtured with bared souls;
'twas a most painful death;
I stood there shocked;
- a gruesome horror to behold.
Helpless, I did all I could, in vain;
It breathed its last as you left its side
I dug the grave, calling out for you;
you replied with long silences.
I said my prayers with a throbbing heart;
you answered with your sinful smirks.
'Lay some flowers' - I implored you;
you stamped the ones even I had laid.

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