He walked away with the darkest silence
Leaving all their memories behind
He left her hand when she needed the most
Giving reasons least defined.
She wept, for nights and days
Till eyes dried and cushions blotched,
Her fainting voice chocked in pain
With hopes of his return gradually lost.
His love was weak and he was weaker
For they together failed the test of time
In the shade of dark, they swiftly vanished
Presuming that she will be fine.
Was she fine, was she not?
Inside she was battling through
a violent riot
Yet she stood up and she stood strong
With dilapidating trust
she lived on.
An artist succumbed to this tragic fate
For she could no longer write
He robbed her of her inspiration
When he crept away quietly that night
Her thoughts were ink that faded away
And the canvas rendered white
Amidst all this mayhem, she knew,
the beautiful poet in her
painfully died.
Its a nice poem with spontanity 🙂