BROKEN PIECES

The walk towards the door was slow,

It had no noise,

But just a few screams and it was over,

Over, like a dream.

 

Her body was lying helpless,

No movement but,

Still flowing with blood, dark red blood,

She must have thought of crying for help,

But it was a different day,

A day, her story was to end.

 

Loving is easy,

She believed,

But being loved back,

Was like a gamble she already had lost,

For him, she was a beautiful piece of love,

He touched her and she crumbled,

Her body had marks all over,

Some made in love,

And others,

In an effort to stay away from love,

She screamed his name every time,

With tears flowing she still tried to smile,

But it was her tears that he loved,

More so because she was screaming for his love,

She was about to die,

And he was smiling, seeing her dead yet alive.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A raw, hard and powerful story shared in the poetry.
"But it was her tears that he loved,
More so because she was screaming for his love,
She was about to die,
And he was smiling, seeing her dead yet alive."
The above lines. So damn good. Thank you Raj for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[raj24]

WOW..THANKS..I AM REALLY GLAD YOU LIKED IT..YOUR WORDS ARE REALLY INSPIRING..WILL DO BETTER :) THANKS FOR READING :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You did well and you are welcome.