When grief comes knocking with a pounding
of fists,
Upon the door of sadness, for all who are
missed,
Within ocean´s howlings & the storm´s
sad voice,
Tears star flowing, leaving no place for
choice.
In ire & anger, within passing of time,
sure abating,
Smiles of solace sit lurking & soft
sadly awaiting,
Grief whispers, upon the old memory´s
tiptoeing,
Turning to look at us again, once more
before going.
No comments:
Post a Comment