That time of year.. #OctPoWriMo 2018 Day-3

The door has eyes set on the street
As if it still prays for you to return
The windows have donned blankets of dust
And home feels like a prison

The roses you raised so lovingly
Have dried crumbled and fallen apart
That eagle smashed her nest
Sparrows migrated with a solemn heart

Your home looks like an empty clam
With pearl snatched away from its womb
Walls bleed tears of torment
It looks like a grief stricken ancient tomb

It’s that time of year again
When you slipped from our lives
The moment we knew will hit us
And yet it slashed us with a thousand knives

Now, broken bonds and vacant hearts
Are embellishments of this place so dreary
Where soulless people stroll with faces so absent
Looking for words to weave in your memory

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Written for OctPoWriMo 2018.

Kindly visit my post Warriors Invited To Raise Mental Health Awareness where I am inviting Mental Health Warriors to submit their blog’s address so that we can join hands to control this wildfire.

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