The Widow's Imagination
Are you not dead?
When did the unbreathing
started doing business with the living?
Or you resurected?
You died,i know you died
i saw your lifeless body
your hopeless eyes
looking directly to the halfed sun
without blinking.
You died,i know you died
people cried,my world ended with you,your mother danced in tears
rain fell,sun rose.....but your star did not shine
you died,i know you died
my head was shaved
with pinching blades of razor
i drank water used to bath your decaying body
it was tradition though
but i saw hell and i wished you heaven
i touched your lips
it was stucked wid sour blood
i poured sand on your giant wooden coffin
it was put into a shallow pit
i watched them cover you with earthen
i wanted to cry but my eyes was filled with emptiness
my hope was lost
i thought you can't die
you looked so strong,
so powerful,
you looked immortal
why?
Why did you have to leave yourself inside my swollen stomach
won't you call you father?
Your second begining will be painful than your first end....
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