The funeral was at dawn,
cold, the breeze;
she sat, weeping
aching for him.
She turned, hiding
the tears for no one.
He was her lover
a mothers son.
Now, a corpse entombed
in cold, rainy morn.
Now she sits
wrapped in misery
refusing to speak
to anyone,anywhere.
the doctors say,
maybe, one day,
she'll come back
and start to care.
But for now, as she did
she turns away.
Author notes
based on Option 4 - Hiding Yourself from Others
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b332/geesslut/emo%20icons/j.jpg
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration with Options by Dancing Feather.
700 points, ended July 10, 21 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
simplistic, but aimed at a different idea of the pic.
Comments
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Wonderful Poem. I really liked it. Good luck in the contest and thank you for the entry. Violet Nightfall
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