Standing in view of the cold stone building
She stood hunched in the grim shadows with a great
burden placed upon her young shoulders.
Wind briskly blew through her tangled, wind-blown hair,
unkept by the grief with her blouse wrinkled in reckless disregard.
She stands there in her grief silently weeping for what she had lost.
They bring him out, in a rather drab looking box,
Cloaked by a shroud of dismal grey of the rain yet to come.
She stands there exhausted by her tears and the unbearable
Searing pain thrust into her heart. With red rimmed eyes,
a thick coat of salt water continues to trickle down her pale, pale
cheeks. She feels lost without him. Her father was everything to her.
He was taken too soon; unable to see her brother graduate...
Unable to witness the remarkable power his daughter possessed.
One of strength, dignity, and perseverance. Taking her dreams to
greater heights, she knows that her father would be proud.
Proud to call her his daughter.
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On Broken Wings(Complete)
PoetryI truly want to fully publish this set of poetry one day with some minor changes in the order of the poems. I base this book based off of my second poem On Broken Wings. The poems vary from real life drama I choose to share through poetry to basic...
