Why are they staring?
Don't they know?
That's its not right,
It isn't polite.
Their heads turn,
Following the path we take
Their eyes unblinking,
Then starts the whispering.
Your in pain.
Tears stream down your cheeks.
My heart aches
As I follow in your wake.
Such a wonderful girl,
Beautiful and Tall.
That's who you have always been
Since we were fourteen.
Now the pain has taken over.
Making you fragile
Sitting askew
Praying that you will pull through.
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
Why are they staring?
Don't they know?
That's its not right,
It isn't polite.
Their heads turn,
Following the path we take
Their eyes unblinking,
Then starts the whispering.
Your in pain.
Tears stream down your cheeks.
My heart aches
As I follow in your wake.
Such a wonderful girl,
Beautiful and Tall.
That's who you have always been
Since we were fourteen.
Now the pain has taken over.
Making you fragile
Sitting askew
Praying that you will pull through.
A friend of mine was really sick recently.. And watching her suffer in pain was quite disturbing to me. She has always been so full of vigour and i composed the poem when i took her to the hospital. She has now recovered by the grace of god. So i felt i can post it now.
