the obituary

the other day I saw a woman on the sidewalk near an old temple she was extremely old,frail and looked as if she was about to faint. she just sat there broken in spirit shunned by the world, a begging bowl at her feet. praying desperately for her savior
I dropped a few coins in her bowl she didn't even look up,her eyes were unfocused gazing in the distance as if waiting for her imminent death.
I walked home with mixed feelings shock at her condition and rage at the world. I spent a restless night, it was raining and cold outside she would be all alone freezing to death no family by her side
I took a bottle of water,a blanket and some food the other day I was determined to make her last days as bearable as I could. But
she wasn't there,perhaps she had joined her broken spirit. The place looked empty without her but I'am glad she's safe now in a place where this world can't hurt her
she didn't cast a long shadow far from it,she was just a whisper in this shouting world, so insignificant, no one would remember her, She was just an old beggar...........

hey ppl this is my first post and i don't quite know what to write but to hell with it here it goes....

I'am nearly seventeen and am in 12th so it means braving the boards again!. I made this blog for my frustrated outpourings but i think there will be none as i'am a pretty calm sorta guy so that's all for my first post

lok tar ogar!