Grief
Drip drop drip drop;
red in the snow.
A soul emerged without its light
worn, torn and tired.
Under a facade of a smile;
hiding a want and desire.
A relief from its torment;
Nothingness is all it hears.
How easy a heart can wither
with each hurtful word.
Under ballads that play and echo
to tunes which break the spirit.
Unlocking a silent passage
of hopelessness and grief.
Copyright © Holly Ward | Year Posted 2014
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