Tag: grief

Snowfall of My Mind

Ponderous clouds roiling, signs of an internal storm soon the dark thoughts come, wrecking inner calm in the snowfall of my mind Advertisements

Angels on a Misty Shore

She walks with angels on a misty shore.The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it.As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting.At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking the silence.Its powerful…

And I Fell

He captivated me with his voice singing clear and strong, While his fingers strummed a melody on the beat up guitar One look into the crystal calm of bluest ocean eyes, And I fell… And I fell…And I fell… Although the time we loved…

Grey

Heartbroken, she now forever resigned For alas her sorrow had come to stay No bells were tolling, no telling signs No hooting owl on that bitter cold day, When a fragile heart stopped and the world went grey She walks at night praying to…

Should Twilight

Should twilight paint your silhouette in shades of amber and rose Recollections of past memories in black repose As I plunge, the cold winds murmuring in despair

Penance

The tick, tick, ticking clock resounds off the walls of the tiny room, reminding her each second she is alone. It’s always the same, she awakens, moves to the window and sits. Waiting.

Thorns of Joy

Bed of roses Bed of thorns Thorns of life Thorns of sin Sin is the cause Sin is the lust

Saudade

  Saudade lurks in shadows dancing caressing this barren heart with icy fingers searing hot tears scalding cold cheeks and I am alone in this storm of grief

Treasured Lips

“Sadness flies away on the wings of time.”– Jean de La Fontaine Sing to me while the fiddle weeps heartrending

Middle Watch

And in the middle watch hours, Loneliness cries out your name as I reach for the cold pillow where your head once lay.

Crushed

“Just beyond the bruised lips of consciousness.” from Birds Again ~ Jim Harrison The stars once bright in eyes now faded and gray   viewing the world through tangled trees   a purple haze of permanent contusions,   amid barren thoughts of rotting leaves…

Panacea

Sadness suits you, telling your story by the candle’s quivering light drinking the fruit of the vine a cloak of panacea for the soul.

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