Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
Unforgiveable
She laid still and quiet on spikes of grass, surrounded by yellow pale daffodil’s, only hearing the twittering of the birds and the crisp of bell pepper leaves. The sun casted its final shadows on her delicate and fragile cold body, while her mind spun gradually with flashes of images and thoughts of contrast to her reality. Her well worn fast beat to the heart turned slower. She stared directly at the gloomy overcast sky with unblinking almond eyes and dirt smudged across her face.
Suddenly with the flicker of her eyes, she turned gently to her right side and came into contact with the moonlit light. Her face showered itself with the full moon, the same moon she had come into contact with when she was a little girl. Like the ticking arm of the clock, her mind swam into unanswered questions and possibilities of life.
Sweat trickled in the middle of her palms with a simple question of forgiveness sparking in her mind. A voice in the distance yelled for her name, yet she laid facing the moon and ignoring the deep thick voice. It was only her, who trusted him with her beauty and grace. She saw him differently, more than the man he thought himself to be. She sacrificed what she could for him, she was his life…and now she is gone.
The thick voice in the distance turned louder and louder, she placed her ear against the soil with spikes of grass tickling her ear. The sound of thumping feet hurt her heart, like stabs of wounds easing through the veins within the heart. She forced her eyes shut, and wished to vanish forever. The wind blew strands of her hair that cling to her rose cold wet cheeks.
He had failed her and there was nothing that could change this…because he is unforgiveable...because life without 'passion' is unforgiveable.
Written By Neelam Ahmed
Suddenly with the flicker of her eyes, she turned gently to her right side and came into contact with the moonlit light. Her face showered itself with the full moon, the same moon she had come into contact with when she was a little girl. Like the ticking arm of the clock, her mind swam into unanswered questions and possibilities of life.
Sweat trickled in the middle of her palms with a simple question of forgiveness sparking in her mind. A voice in the distance yelled for her name, yet she laid facing the moon and ignoring the deep thick voice. It was only her, who trusted him with her beauty and grace. She saw him differently, more than the man he thought himself to be. She sacrificed what she could for him, she was his life…and now she is gone.
The thick voice in the distance turned louder and louder, she placed her ear against the soil with spikes of grass tickling her ear. The sound of thumping feet hurt her heart, like stabs of wounds easing through the veins within the heart. She forced her eyes shut, and wished to vanish forever. The wind blew strands of her hair that cling to her rose cold wet cheeks.
He had failed her and there was nothing that could change this…because he is unforgiveable...because life without 'passion' is unforgiveable.
Written By Neelam Ahmed
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