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 © Marion Mwangi | Year Posted 2015
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