Broke
The mountains crumble under the mist
Loss with taloned finger tips hangs
from the creviced wrinkled faces of the lost
Mouths are bent
in unshown emotion
Loneliness stretches over each eye
holding tear at bay
all the words i never used
and those i never say
buried in the grave of yesterday
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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