Poetry Corner: Loss


Tears fall silently, violently, gently,
Escaping the gravity of grief,
The essence of being slowly torn,Ripped asunder without sound
By absent spaces.

Memory a cruel and fickle master,
Torturing the open wound of no longer,
They are gone, no more laughter
No more tears, no hand, no word
No more.


 

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