Loss
The music stopped
A screeching halt
My heart dropped
The fight was fought
The race was ran
The story, told
Like wind and sand
I couldn’t hold
Nothing looked
Or felt the same
Insides shook
Fluids drained
Stripped of color
Color blind
Vain valor
Left behind
Mangled heart
Life in shambles
Tragic art
Poet scrambles
In search of words
Hard to find
Quickly dispersed
This fatal time
The lights are low
Silence thick
My muse won’t glow
Abandoned wick
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2018
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