In candle light.
He stood out
But never shined.
Ducking his head,
With shame, remorse.
An evil smirk
Spreading across
The face paled.
The blood flowed
Seeping through
The murky snow.
One last time,
The eyes close.
A single tear
Of regret and loss.
A chilly wind,
And he’s gone.
-Momina.
Oh my god.
ReplyDeleteI'll take that as a compliment, thank you Joy! :)
Deleteinteresting :-)
ReplyDeletewhat or who inspired this?
Thank you!
DeleteIt came out of the blue, surprisingly!
Wow. That was good.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alastair.
DeleteMominaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
ReplyDeleteStaaaaaaaahp being so goood!!
Urbah, I wish I wouldn't :P You should be proud!
Deletebeautiful.
ReplyDeletedon't lose you self after the gone one, though.
Thank you, K. I won't, this is fictitious.
DeleteOh my God this is amazing! Last 6 lines are my favourite. Very deep indeed. ♥ Well done.
ReplyDeleteSent chills down my spine! This is good. :]
ReplyDeleteThank you Amna! :)
DeleteOh my GOD Mominaa.. That's one hell of a talent! I love you for giving me one amazing piece to read after a longggg time! Keep up the good work.. I look forward to reading some more like this one!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Rafya! Your appreciation means a lot, I am glad you feel that way about one of my poems!
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