Fictional poem for contest sponsored by Sara Jama
It is as if cloudy eyes forecast rain And the darkest heartache Bleeds grief like varicose veins All blue and distorted with pain Hope is aborted and sadness Is a black freight train of thoughts Drowning my wake my sleep my faith I try to smile through it but fail A grimace of green slides in a wail Finding no comfort in other widows My grief is a powerful hurricane sucking soul Drowning in grief stuck lamenting No poem strong enough for venting Every emotion a shadow of grey Will I ever find light again in day
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