The Hand of Fate
Crushed under the hand of fate,
misery found me today.
For I heard your final sigh,
and knew you had passed away.
Remembered memories morphed
into long-forgotten fears.
And faith began to flounder
in a sea of fallen tears.
When something felt out of place,
suspicions began to rise.
And yet, ignoring the truth,
I never said my goodbyes.
Death has taken you from me,
and my world's falling apart.
For I don't know what to do
or, even worse, where to start.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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