The Last Thing

by Mihir Deshmukh   Dec 3, 2014


It was the last thing,
that belonged to her.
A modest smile and calm eyes,
retaining me into this world.

With a lot of pain,
I set it on fire.
And let it turn to ashes,
while it turn me into a pyre.

For the ashes in my hand,
are my own and not hers.
For it was my smile I burnt,
to break free of this illusion.

Now my real face can show,
dead eyes and a lost smile.
And this tombstone in place of my face,
can let me rest in the arms of comforting grief.

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  • 2 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    This is beautiful.it could actually be a song, there's a gentle but sad melody that rings as I read these words,I love how there was a sort of paradox in the poem, it seems as though you're killing the memory of that person, that girl that you loved, but you're really killing yourself.I can really relate to this, the deadness,I lie the metaphor of the tombstone it's stunning.

    • 2 years ago

      by Mihir Deshmukh

      Thank you this one is the first piece I have written for myself so it is a pretty special one and I see you like it too so it should be good.

  • 2 years ago

    by lemmemaskmyhorror

    Great piece, love it ...