Neverending loss.
They are no longer here,
they continue to haunt me.
Their quiet whispers is all I hear.
Skeleton’s fingers,
pulls me to the drawers,
to open it wide
letting the secrets flow.
Family and friends,
mothers and daughters,
fathers and sons,
is all they were.
Each with stories to share,
Once filled with laughter and joy,
anger and despair,
lays an empty corpse.
I am the one who adds color to their cheeks,
I am the one who dresses them neat.
I am the one who treats them so dear
I am the one who dares not to tear.
They are the ones who lives ended violent,
They are the ones forever silent.
YOU ARE READING
My book of Poetry
PoetryI took a poetry class and I thought I would share my poetry with you P.S this is my first time writing poetry
