Scarred For Life
There she was, sad and bereft,
weeping hard with troubled signs,
lone, desolate she was left,
walking midst overgrown vines,
Love memories she did hold,
reminiscing them, she’d soar,
but that day, gloom did enfold,
as tears continued to pour,
The graveyard was neglected,
hued leaves and branches lay there,
it made her more dejected,
the feel of death in the air,
She would clutch on to grim thoughts,
when she did inhale his scent,
her heart would tie up in knots,
that fragrance made her lament,
He was alive in her heart,
but felt so tangible here,
where his grave drove them apart,
but where she could grasp him near,
Losing herself in mind’s maze
with a sob, a gasp, she cried,
she wandered there in half-daze,
in recollections she’d glide,
To this day, she finds comfort
when she visits his graveyard,
tears would clasp her heart in hurt,
her love’s death has left her... s c a r r e d.
06.29.2021
For Constance La France's "Writing Prompt - Grasp" contest
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2021
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