People pass us by,
On and on they go,
Without a second glance,
Babbling away their lives.
The rusty oil wafted through the air,
The smell of her cries,
Awakened me.
There she stood,
Dirty, dark and hollow;
She was nobody,
Yet everybody.
Feeling the heat of that day;
Quivers rose as I watched,
She went on,
Our eyes met and separated again.
Such sweet agony.
I watched her hands,
Dull, calloused and beautiful.
Those tired, ignored eyes
Gazed once in a while.
I tasted her grief and smiled,
Knowingly.
The day flew,
Night silenced all.
I waited moodily.
She passed by,
Without a glance.
Watching her walk,
I saw her tiny, fair feet.
She wandered away from the houses,
I followed,
My mind intoxicated and consumed,
With her.
She sat and looked at the sky,
I crept up,
My fingers flew to her soft neck,
She screamed more and I smiled,
It would be so beautiful,
To free her for eternity,
My hands acquired a life of their own,
And chocked hers.
I laughed as I saw another,
The next day,
What burden to free the world of grief!
Be the first to comment