Pain

Clytemnestra Aa
Sep 23 2015 (c)



Behind the window pane, 
I spent the day 
Scrutinising passersby 
Familiar faces greeted 
Unfamiliar ones pryed 
I kept gazing 
holding hope as a baby
in its mother's womb
Heavy yet a bliss to have .

You didn't show up .
Autumn passed leaving 
yellow orphaned leaves 
to tell the story 
of a dissipated love .
Winter's snow 
lost its white hue 
as love churned 
my heart .
Spring mocked 
my solitude 
as orchids blushed 
wooing gentle wind 
and in summer , 
my baby was born 
Still , you were seeking 
the road to me 
not knowing that 
its sufferance filled 
in honey jars .
You can't sweeten
your ambrosia
unless you get crucified
halfway there.

The baby grew up
left my lap
And am still 
waiting by 
the window pane..