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The light prickled at her tiny, fragile face,

Tears were freely dripping her childish cheeks,

They guttered beneath her innocent and pleading eyes,

The air was getting out of her lungs, fast

 

I desperately searched for words, a word of comfort,

But they had fallen away the moment I met her stare,

She was young and her mysteries only deepened mine,

My soul was getting heavy and was causing tremors in me

 

What could I say to her?

Did she expect I had the meaning of pain?

I was tempted to look for meaning, any meaning

But was that not why she was crying? Coz of a lie?

 

Time recedes but she has plenty of it ahead her,

To live the horrors of this cold, ungiving, gray world,

Slowly like a deep river,

That realization forced my eyes to expel cascades of tears

 

I wished the tenderness of life was brought by each fresh day,

She was a petal, bright, delicate and translucent,

Caught in early morning blades of light,

Life flowed easily through her, raw in its intensity

 

This vision of her was totally and completely absorbing,

It was delightful and depressing,

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t help her,

She floats in a pool of time that holds the right words

 

 

 

 

 

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5 thoughts on “Why?

  1. eautiful imagery, Aston. I love the comparison here, girl to a flower, and the last line, almost as though you can see the brightness of life moving through her:
    She was a petal, bright, delicate and translucent,
    Caught in early morning blades of light,
    Life flowed easily through her, raw in its intensity

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