Mourning routine (Witness part 7)
by @Semelosia
Dissapating clarity
An invoiced heartache
A handpicked flower, lost
To gullible hypocracy
Dreary, windy, however bright
Mute songbirds terrified
Of the silence after the storm
They have wings, why do they fear height?
The life ending natural cause
Who you thought would give warmth
Left your eyes hungry for more,
For just a little bit more applause
The benefit of circumstance
Keep the leaves hanging on
Wanting to fall, needing to fall
They will learn the meaning of distance