Touched By Death

Tears fall from faces of those touched by death to be infused into the soul to hide never will they leave, they'll stay with each breathe and change the look of the world from inside the bright daylight becomes a dim-lit light and night becomes a lonely dark deep shade wishes and dreams of a loved one take flight and all the years they never lived will fade yesterday's vanished and tomorrow's gone yet, the bloodstream of emptiness will flow the sun will rise on every lonely dawn and the face in the mind will never grow too many empty days of shades and realms too many empty nights that overwhelms 2/26/22 contest G-Give me a new poem-Death sponsor Constance La France