Traumatic Journey

 

 

 

Tried hard as time blunders between her finger tips

To forget him; useless.

Memories splashes once she hugs her lonely pillow

Reproach isn’t healing wounds that are deeply engraved

Pains lingers on by the rain on the wooden roof window

Her hair is wet and the bones quivers like a leaf

Promises are fragile; he is still thoughtless

She called his baby Nathan,

Nathan broke their hearts

Born paralyzed; dumb.

A twenty years long journey in hospitals

Found themselves after all very much devoted

Devoted to a traumatic journey they regret starting.

Should they?!

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