#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone
the pebble of stones
in a land of water
the dark flower smiling
in middle of a mass slaughter
the pieces of shattered glass
pain, the only thing remaining from all what I asked
that lonely shadow on a foggy window
the glimpse of dull, in the bright
the darkness, hidden within the light
the silence in the chaos of the street
the suffering caused, due to this devil's treat
all drowned beats of my heart
that is what is left of me
a broken heart, a road full of stones
smile of a joker, the loneliness of a dead retard

© Shashank Raatogi