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Still dead with his living memories
#WritcoPoemPrompt24
Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories untold,
Tears unshed.

There she is....looking to the eternity,
Mind weighing with emotions
Face without any expressions
Unable to rise from the fall
Wishing to remain at the bottom.

Murmering voices around her ears
Encouraging words it all hold,
Yet she can't distinguish
Neither meaning nor pronounce,
Slowly silence swallowing the sound.

Memories run like a reel in her head,
Her own enchanted laughter
Those seducing eyes of hers,
Its her favorite he is singing
And her feet moving with the beat.

Everything stilled with a loud wail,
Her own resounding cries
That echoing in both ears of hers,
Its his blood spreading in her vision
And her soul engulfing in the red.

Eyes wide open,
Mind tightly closed,
Tears oozing to the eyes,
Blood pumping to the heart,
She is still dead with his living memories.

(I may write the second part if you enjoy reading this.
#pleasecommentyourthoughts)




© j fathima