Agony
He watched the alabaster box
It held thousand memories of her
Oh, the sweet fragrance of it's perfume
It was one thing left to remember of her
In all her toiling, it was her only reward
In pain she labored
digging for a treasure she never found
In her quest to make him happy she was swallowed up
Cruelly she lost it to life
It hurts, his skin torn in grieve
He was never satisfied, he had pushed her this far
He never saw her effort, until she was taken
The thought of it hurts.
Looking at the alabaster box only cause him pain
It leaves a scar that haunt him at dawn
And a wound that may not heal
If only he knew, he would have been content
Just maybe, he wouldn't have suffered this agony.
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Moments that mark us like a tattoo artist's machine, ink of pain that gets into the soul and stays forever, along with the memory of the loved one.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
It indeed marks us and stay there for long on us
In the complaint and regret in the face of pain and memory, the undeniable lyrical character of your text is built. Greetings, @dwixer.
Thank You. I tried to build the pain around regrets and a memory of things left behind
Beautiful! 😞 The ugly truth. You strive to bring happiness to someone, you often end up sacrificing your own well-being. The most painful part, is when the other person remains unaware of your efforts till you are gone.
That's true, there's little we know of people's sacrifices until they're gone
Here from #dreemport to curate as a #dreemerforlife
Very interesting poetry, you have managed to weaved an opening scene for a novel or a movie there. I like it. And appreciate the message of knowing when to stop push and be content with what was already achieved.
Thank You, I'm glad you grabbed something from it