Stubborn Girl

Memories of my mind slowly fading
Vanishing from sight
Death is sneaking around me I can hear
I can see the shadow getting longer to longest
Death is going to cover me up soon.
I am lying like a piece of wood in dust
Having pain in mind
Suffering from horror decades like hell
No one knows what is happening
No one knows that I am dying
There will be no one to cry for me
After I left, no one will seek for me.
I came alone,
I was walking alone and going alone
Demon is taken over me
I will be gone forever
I will be buried under frozen dirt.
No one will have the slightest comprehension of
what I was going through
No one will find me again.
I am creeping closer to death
No matter how hard I try,
No matter how much I cry
I am going to die
Please don’t cry!

Author's Note

About a family member

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes boring is good...and i agree with your phrasing of "an untidy puzzle to connect life with the phenomena of the physical world"
although the subject of this poem has other ways to connect...and they are even better.
a Self-willed mind...yes, a gift from a gift.
j.

[HB Rita]

SEcond guess was right. Thank you Jacob.

[barleygirl]

What I love most is how your poem starts out with simple straightforward observations, but slowly descends into a bunch of complex observations, making your sister seem very intriguing, neither a predominance of positive or negative . . . in fact, many of the traits you describe are unusual observations that do not come across as having any judgment. To me, the best writers can put away any opinions & serve up a clean set of observations like this (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[HB Rita]

Thanks for your worthy review barleygirl. It makes me think of moving forward. I am a published author in Bangali language. Writing in english was just to time pass. But now I feel the eager to write more in english. Thank you so much.