Grave of a Stillborn Soul

by Mihir Deshmukh   Sep 13, 2017

Every morning,
just before dawn.
before the sun would rise,
and the birds would chirp,
before the men would rise,
to go to work,
but right after the night has died,
yes right after the tide has cried,
when it's neither dark nor day,
or twilight but just grey,
when the world is just a burning void,
when of all life it is devoid,
out your window if you see,
and gaze down at the sea,
right on the edge of that pier,
in the middle of the barren and bare,
there sits a bride in her whites,
eyes empty, fists tight,
smoke rising from her lips,
a grey snake and a wisp,
she rises with the rising grey,
then disappears in her grave,
but not before she casts her curse,
"may today be even worse",
[worse] than the day I came to your door,
lifeless, I washed [up] ashore,
and you pushed me back so certain of death,
you couldn't care to check my breath,
you made me drown, in that brine,
I was dead: NOW I'M FINE.
And I live on, as this ashen sky,
eyes hollow, lips dry,
I miss some teeth and half a tongue,
I live on, on my crashed lungs,
with my shaky hands I try to hold,
the cigarettes, I once sold,
before he breathed,
before he died,
before he spoke,
before he cried,
before he could even see the day,
before you took his life away,
and turned me into this burning hole,
a shallow grave; of that Stillborn Soul.


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  • 10 months ago

    by Em

    Grave of a Stillborn Soul by Mihir Deshmukh points 10
    Mihir captivated me with this piece and only on the third read did I realise that this was in fact a rhyming piece because of how well it was done and how smooth it was to read. Usually I find a 'favourite' part which captures me more than any other part to a piece but with this one I didn't because it was just fantastically haunting and the imagery was just wow alongside the rhyming when I actually realised it was a rhyming piece.

  • 11 months ago

    by Scrittore

    I couldn't breathe while reading this poem. Each line painted a story in my mind. Beautifully written

  • 1 year ago

    by Britt

    Judging Comment: This poem shook me right down to my core. The title grabbed my attention and my heart and my teeth sunk into the grit and emotion of this poem. This is obviously a very near and dear piece of poetry and if it's reality I am so incredibly sorry. My heart aches reading this poem, knowing the depth that this pain can create. Well done conveying just a sliver of the emotion stuck into your back. <3

  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Congratulations on your win. Milly x

  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Congratulation on your win

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