Left behind a memory,
Memory of act willful.
Left behind a thought,
Thought of distaste sour.
Left behind an emotion,
Emotion of utter betrayal.
Heart in searing red,
Mind in abyss black….
Pieces slowly I gather,
Close to heart I tether,
Smile on lips I feather
Hand in hand I weather…
Yet, a lone drop of tear
Runs in constant blear
A soul forever in jeer.
~Alima Kanumilli~
Copyrighted March 11, 2012