Left Out

krutarth

grandfather collapsed,

an emergency.

yet, not a soul knocked,

not one informed me.

 

the distant siren;

a gradual crescendo,

halted; at its peak.

 

and I knew then,

tragedy loomed;

someplace near me.

 

months passed,

ever since; still I,

shiver at the sight of it,

the door to my room,

how cold it is.

  • Author: krutarth (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2023 23:44
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 5
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  • L. B. Mek

    a really good poem, thanks for sharing
    great use of stanza as flow and pacing

    • krutarth

      thanks a lot! i tried to use more punctuation and breaks to control the flow, was unsure if it turned out well. this gives me relief though 🙂



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