A Lesson In Grief
Part 1
I have been the silent soul
watching from the shade
my hands stopped bleeding
when reality poked her head in
I was overcome with flames
still, I became the mourning
hollow, I could only murmur
as the birds in your garden
whistled a hushed melody
I shuffle, wrapped in their song
the ash of my grief flakes away
outstretched hands pile with white lace
so I wander lost and faceless
knowing there is no going home today
your ghosts still haunt our minds
we aggrieved, still grapple at our loss
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