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Oh, the grief, the stabbing --
Grief penetrates a person with untold,
pain and sorrow, a life lost, ever cold;
the puncture, the piercing permeates deep,
a thick mask hides the truth that comes in sleep.
I want to shout loud with booming screams,
memories and sadness swirl in my dreams;
I am empty, alone in my torment,
aching, bursting with sad disappointment.
On my knees, I ask God, when will this end?
When will this shattered heart finally mend.
February 28, 2015
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