A PLAINT

Here you lie among thistles and thorns
Forlorn, forsaken, forgotten?
No, never, by me,
Witness my seat by you!

You ask why I stay,
Ah, my love, how can I not?
My life is twined with you
Can I cut the thread that binds us still?

I live the present with the past in mind
Do I have a future, do I look forward?
Not at all, unless its my end
How can I, when I've lost my half, my you?

Man's life is like the grass flower,
Doesn't it bloom, die in a day?
Time, though short, seems long,
Oh, when will I go, when will I be dust?
Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc.,  expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Liz Young
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36 thoughts on “A PLAINT

    1. Thank you so very much! 💐
      Its a reflection of a spouse and I put in words my Mom’s state. May 11th is my dad’s 5th death anniversary. They lived for each other and now she is alone.
      We are helpless as all of us do have a separate life and responsibilities. There is only so much one can do.
      My observation is that a loss is a loss and everyone around can help only to an extent!

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