The sky turned dark,
As the cloud pouring down bits and pieces of you,
Turning the calm day
Into whisper.
Rectangular hole dug out,
Along with the velvety droplets of rain mixed,
Bringing the earthy smell,
Never washing away the bland taste in the mouth.
Our glorious, colorful day,
Decorated with floral ornaments,
Faded away,
Away from friends,
Far, far away from family.
You used to be there,
In the bedroom,
Smell of pleasant memories
Where you lied,
Getting far away,
Never coming home,
Again.
A poem full of feeling. I enjoyed reading it. This appears to be your first poem on this site, so welcome to Poem Hunter!
'Dust to dust is a must.' An insightful depiction of death 💀 well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So ..So hauntingly beautiful