Poetry: The Last Drop of Kindness

Every count begins at one.
Loneliness begins from alone.
Tomorrow’s stench is from today’s rot.
We all know how it began, but its end, we knew not.
So we went on sore feet, a step at a time.

Further and further we went
Like some fools chasing the sunset.
Further and further we went,
Our hearts beating like the loudest drum set.
So we went on the fuel of my patience.

Slowly nights became the new dawn
And dawns where no more.
We used to be like a beautiful lawn,
But now, we are like a myth from a folklore.
So we went, my patience almost waned.

I took her hand like a torch ready to tread the dark.
But the more I cleft, the more she slipped.
Her words became the sharp prongs of a gardener’s fork.
It felt like she had this straw through which my soul she sipped.
So we went. I was by this time without a choice.

I thought and thought hard that my heart hurt.
It felt like my only choice was to return her a taste of all she brought.
But the little angel in my head spoke;
Divorce is the better stroke.

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