A person who is cherished

asked me a question to make me feel perished.

I answered without thinking

which made her forget blinking.

She then again asked a question

that would bring me much pain,

I then answered,

"Are there any questions that remain?"

The next day,

She asked me for what reason

was I standing alone in the rain.

I answered,

“It was to forget yesterday's pain.”

Poem by MAL

  • Author: MAL (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2024 10:48
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 5
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  • Meera Mere

    You portrayed it so beautifully. (●'◡'●)

    • MAL

      Thank you 🤍
      I appreciate your verbiage. 😊

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