Death's Cold Hand
I gave no thought to death's cold hand
Nor acknowledged its presence until it came
In solemn quiet, on the sacred ground, I was to stand
I cried inside as my soul sought anger and blame
No answers were found for our lost tomorrows
No reasons could explain the loss and sorrows
Time is now shared with a lonely dark place
Where I close my eyes, paint a portrait of her face
4/15/19
writing challenge-1-April 2019
it's all about -8
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Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2019
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