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Hiraeth (longing)
She was too tired,
Too tired to wake from the daydreams
That turned into nightmares and screams.
Bloody fingers clawed at her ribs
Where she felt the hollow that was her heart;
Once filled with love
Bright daisies;
Sunshine
And beautiful vines.
The garden she sculpted
Turned into a graveyard,
To bury the men who wronged her,
And the people who forsook her.
Home was no longer his arms,
She buried him deep within her soul,
Her spindly fingers intertwined with his gentle ones
Their promise ring left in a puddle of blood
That made the centre of his grave
A headstone for the betrayal
A coffin for the treachery.
She wished for closure
When she understood what he was-
Hiraeth.
Written on: 09/01/2021
© Nandhini
Too tired to wake from the daydreams
That turned into nightmares and screams.
Bloody fingers clawed at her ribs
Where she felt the hollow that was her heart;
Once filled with love
Bright daisies;
Sunshine
And beautiful vines.
The garden she sculpted
Turned into a graveyard,
To bury the men who wronged her,
And the people who forsook her.
Home was no longer his arms,
She buried him deep within her soul,
Her spindly fingers intertwined with his gentle ones
Their promise ring left in a puddle of blood
That made the centre of his grave
A headstone for the betrayal
A coffin for the treachery.
She wished for closure
When she understood what he was-
Hiraeth.
Written on: 09/01/2021
© Nandhini
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