He came home from work, Tired and dizzy Switching on the tv, He grabbed the leftover popcorn and plonked on the couch She walked past him twice with baked muffins, He sniffed them but brushed them away. The lights slowly turned dim to his barely opened eyes, He saw her carrying a heavy bag towards the door, Reaching towards her , he took few steps forth, A loud thud was heard, Et tu Brute what do think what happened next ?
He stormed out in anger In full rage that he wouldn’t look back Furiously he walked on and on Until he reached a secluded place The graveyard He cried out in desperation Shedding all his grief To the cold tombstones Who silently witnessed it A mortal, unheard Had not even a spirit to comfort He closed his eyes shut Embracing more darkness in a already dark night Breathing to breathe his last. Distracted by a strange light He opened his eyes to see the culprit-the dawn And closer stood a frail shadow pointing out to him ” life is still better for you, go seek it yourself, For now get up, that tomb is owned by me!!!”
The tv screen flashed a bizzare news But the owner of the remote flipped to change It zoomed to a fantasy fable for children Little giggles followed each action But a few seconds later, just when the cycle sprang over a rosemary The owner of the remote flipped to change To a full house buzzing with pop songs Guitars and drums raised their vocals aloud The medley and jamming was scheduled in a minute or two Just then the owner of the remote flipped it to change And just when the epic saga was to be unfolded The owner took the fuse off.
She curled and winced Her feeble cry could hardly be heard Only a soft echo reached the walls Sweet little baby wailed again Her cheeks turning pink And eyes tired with the burden of tears. No one attended her, not even sighted a glance Ignorant people too busy into their own Then a soothing voice was heard some ancient lullaby was recited aloud In this cold midnight, the sweet little baby cooed to each verse cuddling to her comforter of rhymes she slept off peacefully absorbing the lyrical potion dedicated to her the lullaby was heard even from a far distance But the singer remained plainly invisible.