Quietus
I still awake with the words 'Why'
The only colour a burnt black
The only sound
The clocks distorted whine
A cup of tea tastes bitter
When accepted by stained lips
Last nights tears bid for revival
As life again begins without you
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2010
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