Friday, September 26, 2008


He writes his letter on her handkerchief
sitting with her,breathing
her last breaths
his writing is smudged
fractured by the color of her blood
the stench of corruption fills the room
remains of her sweat and his
he tears
her stains on his shirt
her blood burns him in grief
dead she is, he stood stiffer
still holding her hand
her grip never weakened
with silence came a ray of light
she glowed as her sweat dripped
beautiful she is
corruption was her sickness
taking in her last breath
corruption choked him

1 comment:

Jumana said...

i love this abood.. Keep it up!