Resting Place.

I put your memories to rest,
Laid no flowers at your grave,
A wreath of thorns I left,
A reminder of our final days;
And to think there could’ve been
Red roses, instead, someday!
But what was it, if not death?
You faded the moment you walked away.

Perhaps sorrow would be better,
All I have is a bitter rage;
How I yearn for a sliver of peace!
Perhaps I should let go in grace.
 If meant to be, you would’ve stayed,
But there’s no fight left in me anymore,
I leave you here at your resting place,
And here I close another door.

Forgive me, I have no words of love,
No tears, no sad goodbyes,
And though I’ll hurt in the memory of you,
There’s only so much I can cry.
Someday, the wounds you left will heal,
Someday, I’ll open another door,
Your resting place all forgotten,
All the past left behind.

Pray I never visit your resting place,
And I have it in me to walk away,
Pray I never look back again,
Even if I know I shall someday.
Here lies a love that died
The most tragic death of them all,
No light, no peaceful afterlife,
No pain bearable, no heartache small.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.

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I haven’t done angsty writing in a while so I thought it was a good day to put some of this gloomy imagery out there. This is probably one of the ideas that I have come up with in the span of a few minutes and I am so proud of how this turned out. There’s something very interesting about metaphorical deaths and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of writing about it. Hope you liked reading this!
Yours truly,
The Shubhster. Xx

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