Plight of the Fallen

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Yesterday's sorrow.
Woes recollected.
Like the low hum of midnight's wind.
Chilling more my already frozen heart.
Stoic tragedy.
Brought by your untimely departure.

A hollow pit.
A crater left in my soul.
Eroded deeper and deeper,
By these callous winds of silence.
Only to be filled,
By the tears of your longing

Tomorrow's morning smells of hope.
As the same icy breeze.
Blow the dew stricken leaves,
Awakening from slumber.
My slumber.
Like the leaves I let the wind take me.
Unlike them, morning's far from grasp.

Unlike them, morning's far from grasp

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This poetry is inspired by the silent sentiments of a son who just lost his mother figure to a sudden medical condition.

Photo credits in my cover to Mr. Dennis Garingalao

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