Marry, Without Her Little Lamb Poem by fera nugroho

i saw marry without her little lamb
strolling down the coastal line
with scars in her mind
and a gun in her hand,

she just failed to define
the answer to the biggest quest in her life
from nine to nine
soaking wet in the sea so brine,

marry still couldn't find
the fine spring to quench her famished mind
sitting on the dark sand
marry tried to glean the leftover grain
from her past...
and she only found
that life didn't treat her kind,

not even her mom

so she decided to hold a parley
between her and the number one enemy
here in the brink of the sea
yet a truce had never been defined,

so she pulled the trigger of her gun
pointed it into her troubling mind
and scattered all the defiled destiny
smashed the smile off her sanity,

the sea froze, the wind froze
her mind froze letting the bullet blow
nested in her head
like a screw in frankenstein's forehead
the bullet just nailed all her problems
to eternity,

now marry walked slowly
without her little lamb without her sane mind
strolled down the coastal line
with a bullet pinned in her brain
she left her life behind

who cared? no one...