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Jun 2019
She
Wailing from beneath an ancient veil, her face obscured, full of sorrow and deathly pale.

She walks in darkness with a silent step. Searching, forever searching for salvation and someone to help.

Once she lived happy and bright, a beautiful child surrounded by love and light.

Until the black shadow of pain took her away ne'er to feel the touch ofย ย love again Tears replacing laughter frown replacing smile she choked on isolations poisonous bile.

Now given, body and soul to perpetual night. She is lost amid the stigian gloom screaming inside a stagnant tomb.

The blank mind devoid of joy is filled with hate weeping for love spurned. With no hope, no chance of its return.

A funeral march, it's solemn ominous tones the soundtrack to her eternal vigil. With rotted flesh and crumbling bones.

Sad wings wrap her tight as she cries with grief to the pitiless cold night.
Written by
Gavin Oliver  52/M/Cornwall UK
(52/M/Cornwall UK)   
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