Holding on so tight I might choke myself.
Gradual suppression of my hatred.
The hate inside,the pent up anger.
The dismays on our faces on the news.
How could you take them?
One by one,the pain increases with the wait.
Coming in my way,the pain yet again.
Horror at the thought of white
The once so serene symbol of peace.
All it does it create images of red now-of blood, hate and sorrow.
To some,no concern of the breathlessness.
The pride with which you went, the pathetic hope.
Knowing that you have reaced the point of no return.
Just as if nothing could be worse,
A piece of information was received-
The birth of a child to her,
Not long after you receded,
Into the darkness.
Into the unknown.