Catherine
The lower staircase from which I stumble,
The higher staircase of hope that crumble.
The letter of destiny that I hold,
The colour of mourning that I wore.
The fleeting glances that I stole,
To be known and to be bold.
As the sky pours, shedding it's tears
I stood there watching my hopes disappear.
Down that old town road, with garlands
Of roses too rotten to hold.
'Catherine', 'Catherine' they called me,
But they never found my body.
Contest name: Second chance.
Sponsor:Brian Strand
Date:17.01.2023
Copyright © Bommi Shivani | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment