And she left

She would mumble in her sleep
and in her wakefulness
sometimes with anger
at others, uncomprehending emotions

Her fear for an enemy unknown...
Someone or maybe something
from the distant past
would haunt her
and it would haunt all of us 
when she screamed
"They are coming to kill us! Don't leave me alone!"


Who were they?
From where would they come?
Will they come today?
Today, when the day was misty
and sun rays felt like a mother's arms
While a light wind blew
and the roads were calm.

How do i tell her

the one who gave me birth

that she needs to go

to wash her hands

after she spilled her food

when they were coming

the ones i could not see

or hear their words...

How do i tell the world

that i am tired of taking care

and now would love

to be the one taken care of?

Will i be forgiven for wishing

for my release

when i asked to be freed of her?

Would my care be questioned

or will my sigh of relief

be understood for what it was?

or was not?

How much did i love her?

Oh yes I loved her

But could not take her pain away

I saw her decay slowly

like a prisoner in her body's cage

Till the final breath had left her...

Left her

and left me to myself

as the night seemed to fade...