Measured By Emptiness
Bereft and alone
since love was lost,
she sits in shadows,
sipping claret
from crystal.
Day from night
cannot be told.
Time no longer sifts
through the glass.
Every hour
is measured
by emptiness.
She's drawn the drapes,
praying an eclipse
will fill an abyss
by swallowing
the glowing moon.
Entombed as though
in a sepulcher,
her insipid soul
sits spiritless.
No spark of life
can be roused
in vacant eyes
or hollow heart.
Naught but the dark
does she seek;
only that and
sipping claret
from crystal.
April 11th, 2021
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Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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