"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 SubstackMentioned in this episode:Write After with One Poem OnlyWrite After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. If you want to join: Listen to a poem from the month of April on One Poem Only, then write your own in response. I will pick one for each day to read in June for a special series: One Poem After 🍎🍏 Submissions close May 15.Write After Submissions Form