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by Meena Krish May 9, 2017
Sadness, depression /
I’ve lost what I couldn’t hold
hoping its return
will heal that moment of screams
whilst the still night burns;
This heart struggles to unfold,
understand or learn
the bite life took from its dream
without a concern;The
price I paid
for this loss cannot
replace the image time plucked
from my eyes and now it hopelessly rains,
with each sunrise heart flutters
waiting for that call
by Ben Pickard
A wonderfully written slice of dark poetry, Meena. I am sorry I missed this one.
Do take care and all the best to you,
Such personal grief, transformed to such a translucent piece that everyone could relate with.
by Maple Tree