After some months the poor heiress fell ill and had no one to tend to her .
She knew the bed she lay on was the bed of her death.
Who knew how much power a death bed held , it held even more power than her priceless bed.
On that bed she realized her mistakes , she realized her selfishness , she realized her captivity, she realized the truth about vanity , on that bed she realized all the secrets of the world and she realized that she had been alone all her life but at that fragile moment what could the rich heiress do?
Short author's note😁❤💕
I really got feels from this chapter hope you did too .
Please no matter what you are facing , have faced and will face in life , never push everyone away .
#man is not an island😇
Lots of love💕,
Jummie.
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Expensive prison By Jummie_white
PoetryAnything could be a prison , it doesn't have to be the usual bars and chains but to me, anything that holds one captive is a prison. Do not love the things of the world for everything is vanity for it is all vain. Just like this poem says; "Do not...
