Tag: sad

So Long

We’ve been in this maze for so long
But we are not lost
Life is long and the maze is winding
The goal’s not the end
It’s the route you take to reach it.

I’d been walking alone for so long
I was not lonely
Others beckoned me to follow them
Their paths unenticing
Until I ran into you walking my way.

We pick the same path and I pause
To look back
At the turns we have taken together
And forward
At the paths I could take on my own

If I decided to say “So long.”

AnaMia

She burnt away, rotting from within
Until all that was left was ceramic skin
Perfectly painted with only one crack
Just below the knee, a hole of deep black
The only blemish on a porcelain doll,
Showing inside she was nothing at all
But empty and hollow, full of dead space
A vacuous vacuum with a manufactured face
No love in her heart, nothing in her head
AnaMia’s glassy eyes already felt dead
But she still smiled a fixed, painted grin
Because now that doll was finally thin.


Via Daily Prompt: Thin

On Repeat

The music crackles and he takes my hand for the very first time. The record spins, he spins me with it. We laugh. We dance. We kiss. His song is on repeat.

It becomes our song.

It plays at our wedding.

It plays our daughter to sleep. She plays it herself when she is sad. When she leaves home the house feels empty so we fill the rooms with music.

It plays as we grow old.

It plays when he is ill.

It plays at his funeral.

It plays when I get sick too.

The music crackles and he takes my hand for the very last time.

via Daily Prompt: Record

Red

Mum keeps his bedroom door shut.

His pictures are still in the living room. They used to gather dust, but not any more. She must polish them when I’m not looking.

She’s taken his coat off it’s peg and his shoes out of the hall. It’s like he’s just gone out. Or run away, like everyone says. Kids run away all the time. He’ll be back in a few days. Days turn into weeks. Then months.

In the bathroom there’s the piece of evidence that mum clings to.

His red toothbrush still stands next to mine.

He didn’t pack it.

via Daily Prompt: Toothbrush

White Rose

A single white rose grew in a field of daisies.

She knew she was not like the others.

She grew taller than they did

And lacked their happy yellow centre

Her petals were too big.

 

When children came to make flower crowns

From daisies that were so easily chained

They looked but did not pick her,

For they knew she was substandard

Her stem was too thick.

 

A boy ran to catch up with his sister

Dropping a daisy chain near the rose

She watched them wither and realised

Picked daisies never came back 

And so she grew thorns.

via Daily Prompt: Substandard