she mows the lawn
for she cannot let grass
grow under her feet
she waters the plants
infusing them with life
she herself longs for
she sings the same song
all over again – just to
find new meaning in it
the sun rises again
with the same colours
in the same direction
her desperation
blackens horizons
they fail to paint hope
looking inward is taboo
lest buried demons declare
end of an un-lived life

Self-reflection is a hard thing to do. Excellent piece, Reena!
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Thank you, Susi!
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You’re welcome!
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This is very intriguing, Reena
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Thank you, Robbie!
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A very poignant poem
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Thanks so much!
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You’re welcome 😉
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Beautiful poem, sad, but your words have meaning.
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Thank you so much, Diana!
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You’re welcome 💕
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Such a sad, desperate life–it’s palpable. Thank you for writing to the prompt!
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Thank you,Merril!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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