𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬: "Graveyard of Sorrow and Pain" By Asliah Baute

 

Published by: Akira Joy Gabion

Date Published: November 9, 2023

Time Published:10:04 AM

Category: Poetry

Subject: Losing the will to live

In the midst of the land of blood and grief,

Where the dead finds their end, the deceased 

And cold bodies asleep, there stood one

that carries her sorrows like a crown, 

Sitting in front of the wall of stone,

She herself is also cold in nature but the 

Only difference between her and the dead is;

Her heart is still alive, but her soul is crippled.

Plagued by restlessness, harshness,

and despair, she displays a violent disposition.

The wind blew in her face as a higanbana flower

Lays in her hand, a dark sadness begun to embrace,

Covered, and burdened by anguish,  

Amidst the garden, adorned with countless 

Thorny tribulations, with an astonishing ease, 

She heaved a deep sigh “Where will I go?”

Part of her is missing, as if an elusive void is conspicuously absent from its existence. 

And an inexplicable sense of emptiness consumed.

Her movements were cumbersome, 

As she struggled, mustering the strength to rise, 

Burdened by an overwhelming heaviness. 

She resembled a decaying corpse, resurrected—

But struggling to navigate with grace, slowly.

She found herself in a state of neither profound sadness nor apathy, struck by misfortune.

Yet there remains a sense of something absent. 

The fervor and eagerness for life that once consumed us have faded away,

This cruelty and suffering is not meant for me.

I never asked to live within this vicious life,

My mind wonders, “What will become of me?”

I have grown weary of hoping, and waiting.

As the wind starts to blow the flower out to the sea,

Maybe I should ride the wild waves,

To find, to fix and build a new better life,

With a love of everlasting grace.

Or maybe, along with these defunct corpse—

With a coffin, burgundy dress, and red spider lilies,

I should lay down to rest and meet my demise.