Thursday, October 22, 2020

Cemetery Tree

 Such is this sorrow
Blanketed like snowdrifts
Cold, Calm,
Soft and silent
Sobbing only in the dark

This fury rages
Deep beneath the mountain
Hot, Slow,
Melted stone itself
Waiting to explode

My grief, it dangles
Like so many crystal pieces
Bright, Light,
Barely there
Medicated all away

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