A Short Poem of Romance and Tragedy

Hi! So its time for a little poetic vibe again from me, your little friend, Anarkia! 😅 I saw this post from Freewriters Community called A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Contest # 1 and thought that I should give it a shot. 😁
Hope you all like it! :)

Tell me what you see from that picture

- I see cobwebs and molds. I see an old dusty curtain that is still beautifully hanging beside, still giving the window its beauty. I see a blurry image of the outside scenery. To think it's so dead inside that window, but so alive outside of it. I see unused bottles, an upside down little pot and some empty stuff that has long been sitting in that molty table. I see a little table full of molds and colors of green from the passing of time. And lastly I see a little contraption in the center of which I do not know what was it for, but was somehow useful for the owner at that time.

Now what did you feel when you looked at it?

I feel nostalgia. I feel that a simple life was formed before but now has been long abandoned. I feel that the things that are on that little table were so important to the owner that when he lost all hope, he gave up and just placed it there to rot and get old—just like the first time he placed it when he first brought it home. I feel strangely at peace. Though everything was inside that window is messed up and old, the outside was just as majestic as when the world was first been born. The stillness and the peacefulness of looking at that scenery where the weather illuminates its cool breeze and subtle rain was an excuse to still live in that old house; inside that window.

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To My Love

You were everything to me
You were the sun, the moon and the stars
You were my heaven's blessing
You were mine.

But how did we ended up like this?
Why did we fall out of love?
Where did we go wrong?
Were our hearts never enough?

Our house was always been lit with hope
Where sunlight would peak through the smallest of holes
Our tiny backyard, full of everlasting green
Our little window making us see all of those things

But how would I care to see all those beauty?
When in reality you are not here with me?
How should I expect the heavens to bless me?
When in fact you're the only one I'd pray for to see?

Now I sit here all alone in this house we built
On that same spot where our tiny window silt is
The place where I looked into your eyes and retold my vows
The place where love was beyond what our bodies can devour

And as I fall into eternity alone
Still sitting here looking at our window
I dreamt of your beautiful face, smiling
As I fade away in this house we built, dying.