Midnights Shroud
In midnight's shroud, where shadows writhe,
I struggle grasping for someone anything just to get a grip,
My head hangs low, beneath sorrow's weight,
Tears fall like autumn's rain destroying everything in its wake.
The month is cursed, it feels like a darkened tomb, Where shadows once played and a angel was taken to soon. As the memories and smiles fade laughter and light leave this tomb.
As the 28th draws near, a date of dread, the Anniversary of grief, I feel the darkness again
Mom's memory whispers in the night's air,
A sorrowful requiem, beyond despair,
And with it mere shadows of that fatal day, and
A day I tried to join her but fate would not let me stay.
In twilight's hollow, there are echoes of pain ,
Cries lost in darkness tears like bitter rain,
Hate fills my heart, for this month's cruel reign.
The 28th looms like a specter tall,
A twin memorial, of loss and fatal fall,
In this abyss of darkness, I'm lost and cold,
The moon above, a ghostly tale does hold,
My breaths are shrouded, in a mournful sigh,
As death's dark anniversaries, draw nigh.
The clock ticks onward, to the dreaded day,
In shadows I'll wait, for grief's dark sway,
Mom's memory lingers, in a sorrowful haze,
And my scars remain, in this Gothic maze.
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Kari Conley
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