Wednesday prompt – In the image there are ten words. From these words use a minimum of four or maximum of ten words in your post for the week.
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My darling walks in silence
On blood soaked brittle sands
Searching for the elusive light
With vestigial hope in hand
Reason taunts her journey
She knows not it is a trap
Has little or no inkling
She’d return in a gurney.
By Sulekha Rawat
Ouch. It’s like she’s unconscious. Gone, yet not gone. But almost on the verge.
Lost, like so many of us. Thanks for a great prompt.
quite a twist at the end. Good one Sulekha.
Latha, thanks for your lovely comment.
Oh! That’s sad. Hope she awakens before it is too late!!
Thanks, Shilpa
Please let her wake up before it’s too late.
Sheetal, that’s the plan. Thanks
This was a little scary .Hope she wakes up and saves herself.
Amrita, sometimes we don’t have a choice. Hope she does, Thanks.
Ohh this is so beautifully sad. The imagery of blood soaked sand is very expressive. And the last few verses touched a chord in my heart. Very well penned.
Rajlakshmi, loved your 10 sad poems. Thanks
When thers’s hope we always see light from somewhere.
Well put, Geetica
Thank you
Love the play of words . Such a sad poem.
Bhavya, tragedy is a writer’s companion and anguish her shadow.