Looking battered and shattered
Nothing even mattered.
Not our footsteps in the sand,
Not our sweaty shaking hands
But how did we get here?
How did we end up in this place...
Laced with fear.
How?
Why?
how?
It pains my heart so
To gaze painfully
at my sweet loving wife,
Gasping for breath
Fighting for her feeble life.
Our souls locked together
Entwined with the union of our hands
Smeared with the hot blood
Of our innocent souls.
How did this happen?
My vision, blurry now,
Only fragments of my mind greet me now.
But, i recall. I remember........
Kissing my wife good bye
I remember........
Putting on my ironed white tie
I remember......
The smile on her ever radiant face
When i looked at her one last time
And exited with grace.
Yes! Now i remember it all too well.
My ignorance, that makes my ego swell.
If i had just walked away
And had not fought all day
No evil would had befell us today
What a disaster, my heart is in dismay.
Oh! What wrong i have done
Not to myself.
No definitely not.
But to my loving wife
And to my feeble conscience
Whose council i willingly ignored
Feigning pretence.
How, Is that right?
Looking at my wife's immobile figure.
Nothing else mattered.
Not the blood on our hands
Not the sharply cold sand
Nothing!
Nothing......
I don't know what came over me when i wrote this poem but i wrote it anywhere it's a tragic poem that talks about the soliloquy of a man dying hand in hand with his loving wife on a deserted beach.
Then the dying man went ahead to talk about what happened before he found himself in that situation. Feeling sorry for not waking away when he should have
At the end he regrets his actions which led to the death of both him and his wife.
my pen bleeds
