Featured Review on this writing by hullabaloo22

Room

Reads: 28  | Likes: 7  | Shelves: 3  | Comments: 6

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 04, 2018

A A A | A A A

Submitted: November 04, 2018

A A A

A A A


In that still small room,

A woman lies.

Upon a bed of ash

Her blood flows.

As quickly as a rushing river,

Silence covers her. 

Now she’s awake.

Or is she gone? 

There is no difference.

Death and life exist together.

One breath in.

One breath out.

Breathe at once.

Breathe again.

Breathe!

A baby cries.

A mother slumps.

She births her daughter,

And sacrifices herself.

There is no greater love.

Life meets death. 

Death brings life.

Death and life exist together.

Two sides of the same coin.

Feet to feet.

Finger to finger.

Stare into that mirror a little longer 

See age wear upon your skin.

Feel the cruel world.

It feasts upon your very soul

With pain.

Grief.

Sorrow.

Joy.

Without these you are but a ghost.

A ghost no man wishes for

So go on then

Walk that long weary path.

Face that dark treacherous forest 

Where glimmers of hope 

Light your way

Like a lantern flickering in the night,

Leading you to an old shack

To a door you knock on.

A baby cries.

Your heart pounds.

You race 

In that still small room.

A woman lies.

 


© Copyright 2018 Joy Shaw. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply