crying out,
in ebony,
silence, on
the line,
an intake
of breath,
sharp,
stolen-
with a
click?
Tag Archive: Loss
bleeds
upon the
altar
of humanity.
Flowing
down the streaked,
stained,
aged,
face.
Tumbling words
land upon
the
freshly
spattered
soul.
Wounded,
by grievous
joy.
Discovery,
well worn,
a deeply
rooted love
of the blood
stained canvas.
Generation
to the
next,
skipping
along
silky streams
of life-
eternal.
Church bells
screaming, cursing
through the night,
people wailing,
Heaven is too far…
Let me drift,
into the beauty of sleep,
where I dream my dreams,
and do not weep.
When I awaken,
you are not here,
I reach for you,
blindly,
grasping,
nothing-
but pain,
that empty feeling.
Deep inside,
my heart-
wailing,
for your loss.
In my sleep,
I see only you,
feel only you,
hold you,
yet,
the dampness on my pillow,
my mourning dew.
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