Death Is the Bane of My Existence
In mournful shrouded clouds my darkest mood does dress
in desolated winter drear no spring can bless.
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief,
I’m nothing but a dying tree without a leaf;
barren branches bland reaching skyward in drab brown -
doomful gloom, I ache and pray winds to take me down.
Susan Ashley
June 17, 2018
~ Sixth Place ~
Contest: May 2019 Premier 1 (14 Line Max)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Fifth Place ~
Premiere Contest: What I Really Like
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
~ First Place ~
Contest: When Line Six Is A Perfect Fix
Sponsor: Silent One
~ Poem Of The Day ~
June 19, 2018
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018
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