Tragedy In Black

TRAGEDY IN BLACK
Regrets, call out to her like a dirge,
The songs of her heart are black,
The obsession she has, a mighty band
That grips her world, squeezing it to blackness.

Obsession they call it, this shrinks,
A tear sad and lonely meanders down her rosy cheeks,
A loony smile on her face, she sees him…
Reaching out, the blackness comes; he is gone.

Proud mother holds her baby to her breast,
Cooing softly as he sucks, jealousy hits
Poor her, she reaches out, startled…the mother screams,
She recoils; the blackness hits her with full force.

Her eyes burn green, the voice in her head screams, he is yours,
She reaches out but he is gone! Her arms restrained
The walls are white; a lullaby soft slow, distant and cold she hears
Her obsession, her captor, this tragedy dressed in black.

17th /08/2015 FOR the tragedy in  Black poetry contest.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Hunjeri Avatar
August 21, 2015 at 8:21 AM
Very sad poem. Its even darker that some women who can easily have children are the ones that abort.
Mwangi Avatar
August 25, 2015 at 11:59 PM
yes i guess that's the irony of life for some its easy and for others its impossible and if you cant have kids our cultures well............i guess its very difficult for them. its just sad really
Lindley Avatar
August 18, 2015 at 9:36 AM
A very dark poem. Each verse builds deeper. Good luck in that contest, this should do well methinks. A7
Mwangi Avatar
August 20, 2015 at 5:12 AM
thank you i hope it does well but even if it doesn't am glad it gave me the chance to write this I've seen it many times though not exactly this way. marion
Jones Avatar
August 17, 2015 at 5:23 AM
Very dark and vividly painted, Sends a shiver down the spine. Best of luck in the contest. Kind regards, Ian
Mwangi Avatar
August 20, 2015 at 5:15 AM
i was aiming at bringing out sadness fear a woman's desperation and need for a baby. kind regards marion
Mwangi Avatar
August 20, 2015 at 5:10 AM
thanks Ian
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