Grief
Srividya Subramanian posted under
PenMuse-69
on 2024-12-13
He, who came silent, didn’t bother to greet,
Just sat sombre on a now vacant chair,
Was someone I thought I’d never meet
A noxious intruder with an intimidating glare.
Just sat sombre on a now vacant chair,
Thence stood up and strode through my home,
A noxious intruder with an intimidating glare
He held me captive but was free to roam.
Thence stood up and strode through my home,
That surreptitious thief who stole my sleep,
He held me captive but was free to roam.
I ne’er needed him but was mine to keep.
That surreptitious thief who stole my sleep,
Was someone I thought I’d never meet,
I ne’er needed him but was mine to keep,
He, who came silent, didn’t bother to greet.