Brian Densham Poet Blank verse

Left Behind - a Catharsis

What withered limb is this I grasp?
Once held me close and in my youth
Protected me and comforted
My innocence and fears

Now tears she can no longer dry
And words once soothing fail to come
And so the stretching silence swells
As do my shrouded tears

I struggled to return the peace
That was her gift to all she loved
And she they loved because she was
And that was all she asked

But now in ceaseless silence rings 
Her voice, too loud for words to quell
Too weak and never to be heard 
Again, despite our need

The tears that she no longer sees
Fall heavy in the hearts that beat
In those to whom she once gave life
And giving life gave hers

So past and passing all move on
Beyond their times and all that was
Must cease to be yet those who pass
Will leave behind themselves

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