Monday, September 23, 2013

Untitled Poem about Remorse...

Photo and Poem By:MR...aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved 2013

Looking out onto the river,
her tears flowed freely.
It had been not even a year ago.
"How could it be true?" she questioned herself.
"How can I look at them again?"
The answers weren't there.
Only sadness and a solemnness with the smooth running water. 
Her eyes filling up with tears again,
continued speaking out into the air as if someone was there
to hear her cries.
"What have I done?"
"What can I do to remove this pain?" she cried out.
No answers came because the truth was...
the cancer had returned.
All she could do was pray.
*This poem was written in response to a writing challenge to write in 100 words about remorse without using the word. At this time, the poem is untitled because I could not think of a title other than the word, "Remorse"." target="_blank">Jenny Matlock
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1 comment:

  1. Remarkable poem, this touches the soul and I know that you drew from your own family for the inspiration. Powerful and well written, my beloved.