A Dying Ember
Without the comfort of your hand to hold
Aimlessly, I wander about in the dark
No hint of warning had been foretold
I am a dying ember without a spark
Forbearance and faith is what I need
and a love so true that I might heal
My painful wound continues to bleed
Emotional heartache, I cannot conceal
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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