The Hand of Fate
Crushed under the hand of fate,
misery shadows my day.
When I looked into your eyes,
I knew you had passed away.
Remembered memories morphed
into long-forgotten fears.
And faith began to flounder
in a sea of fallen tears.
When feelings felt out of place,
suspicions began to rise.
And yet, ignoring the truth,
I failed to say my goodbyes.
Death has taken you from me;
my world is falling apart.
And I don't know what to do;
or even worse, where to start.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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