November 13, 2020
"Let me sing, your song of sorrow"
Above the sea, I call to thee.
the Clocks last tickin'ing near she
A broken clock set on an edge
My heavy words a history dredged
Seeming, calm now for a while,
The mechanics inside, volatile.
It hide truth of her passing
Like a clocks last ticking-
Her sweet words were as cold as could be
Showing her truth beneath
Time froze.
When she leapt
Hoping.
That she would emerge from,cold sea
We were alone;But now it's just me.
Memory, like sea foam.
She would , roam
Trying to find her way back home
hoping that her light wouldn't blemish
Yet the void must parish
Feeling abandoned
For awhile.
Thinking how things could become so volatile
The storm brewied out of me
Rage filled my whole being
My hands grew cold yet my body felt warm
Like a last embrace from something beautiful
I choose to accept the faith that had been dealt
So I song my song of sorrow. As well.
