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Mollika Sherchan Kaur

Drama Tragedy

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Mollika Sherchan Kaur

Drama Tragedy

Your Fruitless Thought

Your Fruitless Thought

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I heard the silence slowly giving way to another sound

The sound of a howling wind

A wind that moaned through the night

The dark night that scares

Rattling doors and windows

But I tried to take the sky and the stars in my arms

As my last wish and the last deed


Prepare a grave for me and I know

Corpse decays faster in moonlight

So, I don’t want to wait till dawn

I know my helpless bones can’t do anything

I can just listen to the sound

Sound of the grave being dug

I was filled with regret


If only I could have lived long enough

Then a hand seized my arms

And I found myself being dragged away

I was no longer thinking, no longer feeling

My body acted on its own


Suddenly there was silence around

I found myself in a place that surrounds

With the blood running darkly

I tried to escape but failed

Then I looked back at the reason

For why am I handling this season

After being carried down through the corridors of time

A scenario strikes my mind and opened my eyes

Wide enough to realize


I was not living, I was just existing that time

I regretted on the mistakes of my youthful days

When I was handled by a loveless hand

And betrayed by callous heart

A heart leaving me with a dream broken in pieces

I was lonely in my darkest night of despairing

And a fruitless thought of his

Kicked me up farther

Farther away than the stars in the sky



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