Upon silent wings he came,
came with them fully unfurled,
unfurled, my dreams shall never be,
be, due to disruption of my world,
world, that has forever been changed,
changed when death stole you away,
away from me, on that night,
night, in which I waited for day,
day, that still remains pitch dark,
dark, even though it is past dawn,
dawn of a disengaged life,
life, which has heartache to build upon.
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Author Notes
Just something from my mind about losing a loved one and the perceptions and struggles in trying to work your way past the grief. Appreciation goes out to booklotto for the use of "Void."
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