Whom to ask?

Why was she so sad
On her D Day
Was it her eagerness
That disappointed her
Was it her belief and faith
That let her down
In her own eyes
Was it her desire
That mocked at her
Was it her inability
To trade the sedateness
For gay laughter
Was it her lack of efforts
To Smile a stratospheric smile

The day was celebrated well
All that was planned was done
And done well
All thankful and grateful
But so vulnerable
That only she knew
And one or two could identify
That she was lost.
Yes, she was lost
And the waiting each moment
Tired her out.

She does this deliberately
Waiting more stubbornly
Than eagerly
It tires her out.
Tired, exhausted
She drifted and got lost,
Letting go of herself
Maybe on the cue
That she'd be rescued

After some time
Still lost in wilderness
And darkness
She found herself
Once more
But strangely still
In perfect company

What were you doing with her?
Or
Should I ask
What were you doing to her ?









Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2016-10-17 at 20:23

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