She mourned the loss of life she never had. A loss that she never realised she had lost.
It wasn't heavy or loud, but it was gentle and quiet.
It simmered for days within her.
But the quiet it brought was loud.
She mourned while laughter echoed in her ears.
Her laughter never stuck around enough to dispel the subdued loss.
She heard the joy yet she mourned.
It seems she is to mourn for decades to come, for a life that is lost.
April is a month of loss.
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I Hope, I Wish
PoetrySometimes when it seems that all is dark remember after night there is always a dawn, no matter how long it takes it will always come. These are some thoughts that I get and sometimes my emotions. I really hope that I can forget the reality and liv...
