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The Huddled Person

she huddled crying
by the river side, her pride
in a box of rat poison
I am not worthy of this life
I must die was in her mind
until behind, a gentle voice
asked, can I help you child
her tears then poured
all the more
he doesn't want me
I am no good
what to do but die
he reached out his arms
and held her gently
taking the poison from her hand
he gave her back a bit of pride
and walk along her side
they spoke for hours of life and death
and soon she felt at peace
at ease they left the riverside
and walked her to her home
with life upon her mind again
instead of strife and death

Comments3

  • Cheeky Missy

    Lovely and wonderfully poignant, the drama unfolds deliciously riveting in its expose of deep melancholy as death beckons and life ransoms. Thought-provoking and beautifully rendered with excellent imagery, its rather mesmerizing, waking me only in conclusion. Fascinating tapestry sweetly woven or I miss my guess. Thanks for sharing.

    ttfn,
    Jenny

  • baj-a

    has a mystical quality to it almost a dream state... they mysterious stranger at the end who is never identified - could be a real person, one imagined, an angel... very intriguing...

  • sokibgb

    Wonderful poem with a wonderful ending, Loved it, Have a nice day, soki



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