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.
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Author:
krutarth (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2023 23:44
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
a really good poem, thanks for sharing
great use of stanza as flow and pacing
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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