A free verse for the Stormy's Poetry Newsletter Contest.
|In my quest for an
independence, a liberation
from the living nightmare
that I am bound in; I often
mull over the extreme happiness
I had in the prime of my life.
Memories stream down to the summer
time when I watered my garden
with sprinklers during evening
and the aroma of wet grass pervaded
my nostrils, making me feel
refreshed and reinvigorated.
I remember those halcyon days
when I used to have a gala time
during the celebration of my birthdays
with family and friends and gorge
the sumptuous chicken grilled
on the barbecue and feel ecstatic.
Gone are those days when
my grandchildren used to
play with crackers and fireworks
and illuminate my life with
an aura of profound joy,
bliss, satisfaction and fulfillment.
I am now battling an incurable
disease in this old age with
no one to care for me, give
support in times of utmost need.
I am absolutely alone in this world
with no one to empathize my sorrow.
Prompt: Words in bold