The heart weeps a song forlorn,
them who have left won't ever return.
All their pain and suffering forever gone -
Death is fare after all!
The heart twists and writhes in pain,
With every beat it fears it won't sustain.
It's overworked emotions now idle, vacuum -
Death is fare after all!
The heart now feels restrained within,
Stronger it grows with each breathe - in.
It learns to rhythm without the dear one -
Death is fare after all!
The heart doesn't dread any further quest,
Loss and void had put it through test.
It seals its cracks pro tem as destiny stalls -
Death, my goodness, is fare after all!
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Behind Drawn Curtains - A caravan of poems
PoesíaThe human mind has so many subconscious thoughts that seldom come to our consciousness. Yet at times of desperation we sometimes meet our subconscious selves. There are so many unspoken stories, words slipping off the tongue and falling into abyss. ...
