Ma Old Lady Poem by fera nugroho

Ma Old Lady



ma old lady lives in her own castle
where i don't want to come near_
speaks her own language
where positive adjectives
are barely there_
sings her own songs
never a lullaby that i long_
stands behind the dark shades of daylight
while knitting her own fear in colors_
her brittle soul
perfectly hidden under the thick snow
of december_
her cold cocky ego
yearns for warm hugs
and longs for sincere smiles
things she's never given to me_
things that now she wants so dear
(and it's just too late) _
alone she suffers in her castle
where i don't want to come any closer
bruises in her heart whisper one wish
_love me, ignore me never_
the little natty old lady
cold and lonely
her breath slips through her scarf
the scarf that strangles and chokes her silhouette_
a lonely soul weeping under the sound of the midnight's song


and i don't think i'll sing along_

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