Dreary This Roam
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The ink of sky engulfs my dream
While night’s cinder darkens the shore,
And tattered leaves pivot midstream
To infect my grief much like before.
Dreary this roam, this roam so cold
Attended by a tree's limp veil;
Like ghastly air with woes untold
Of slumber deep, his tomb, my nail.
In a gush, a mist blots the view;
As forceful winds begin their howl
His shadow appears, to pursue
My lonely cry, as weeds befoul.
Oh those grim eyes wail down on me,
Unto our shore bleak as debris.
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Contest for Edward Ebbs submitted 1/24/2016
Only for those NA's Contest
Poem entered 12/15/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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