Like a huge stone on a
Frail chest…gasping for breath,
Exasperating…so very cruel.

Like the dark, moonless night
Forcing itself on the day
Stealing the sun, and
All the cheerfulness it brings—
Self-righteous…egoistic.

Like a newly wedded widow
Reluctantly washing off the still fresh vermilion
From unfortunate lines of fate,
While cannons shower her man with
A formal procedure of respect.

Like a timid street dog in the neighborhood
Who’s just witnessed the slaughter
Of its cute pup, by the smart wheels defining speed…
Traumatized…finished.