The Dread That Fed
I laid a garland at her head
Of knotted words
Left unsaid.
Rusted flowers
In a bed
Of memories
All but dead.
Eyes red
Heart bled
Courage fled
But no tears shed
...But no tears shed...
Copyright © Allen W Trew | Year Posted 2012
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