Hollow Tainted Morn

Here in these hollow hours before morn
In vain I scream out your dear name
But there is no answer for you’ve gone
I’m left alone with this grief all the same


In vain I scream out your dear name
While I ponder how your life went awry
I’m left alone with this grief all the same
Do you hear on the wind my stricken cries?


While I ponder how your life went awry
Thinking what else I may have tried or done
Do you hear on the wind my stricken cries
Before the golden sun heralds in a new dawn?


Thinking what else I may have tried or done
But today there is no answer for you’re still gone
Before the golden sun heralds in a new dawn
I cry in hollow hours before a tainted morn

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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27 Comments on “Hollow Tainted Morn

  1. My goodness this is absolutely exquisite in its portrayal of longing and grief! You always capture my heart with your words, Linda ❤️

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