I saw you leave. Your eyes fixed on me But unseeing, glazed. You left without a word, Without a backward glance; At the misery you left behind, At the sickness you had inflicted on my very soul, The desolate isolation that encompassed me When I saw you go — forever. I can travel on […]
The wind was howling, the thunder was loud Like incessant drums beating a wild march. Sudden flashes of light lit up the lonely hillside. Low, gasping moans echoed hollowly in the crumbling hut. The dim lamp threw its cruel light Over a wrinkled face distorted with pain. Silvery drops shone on a pale
The darkness was falling, To hide a long, tiring day in its bosom. Trees stood naked, Autumn leaves spread on the ground. There, in a vast, lonely valley, I saw her, a solitary figure. All clad in black, walking silently, With unsteady, aimless steps. One white hand lay on her breast,
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Those lonely eyes, Dark with pain, Gaze steadily at the door. Each sound, Each footfall, brings intensity To their innocent awaiting. The sound dies in the imagination, The footfalls move on And fade away. The expectant eyes Drop in disappointment, And with them drop, two large tears. One dimpled hand Wipes them
