"A lousy sunday afternoon when The world had gone" by Aliya Narghese

"A lousy sunday afternoon when" Aliya Narghese A lousy sunday afternoon whenThe world had gone, for a momentary slumber Her world fell forever quiet beneath the burning timberAn unwelcome call, a cacophony of cries Looks of pity, soulless sympathyLife that was laid gently into her hands Now a burden far heavy to carry They called her brave, called her strong But she knew they were wrong Met with an incident so vivid Her mind always so lividShe was only a child, Left to pick up the shattered pieces To mend a home, that no longer held warmth The little heart held no remorse, but bottled fear For she learned too soon, Nothing can truly ever stayTime flew, now she a fair maiden Wiser for her age, yet housed a fragile trust Her fury dispersed and fondness overflownStanding before the cold gravel  She whispers a soft greeting "I miss you" More from Aliya Narghese ↓@sylphofthought on Instagram and Substack