Eerie silence falls over the incognito smiles of broken hearts;
You shudder, aware of what the winter has brought.
Wind brings the news of death;
A single crow creates an encore.
The tomb brings the grins to tears
And cements all false positivity to bedrock.
Your soul floats among the crowd,
Your bread encaptured in stone,
Your face, smiling.
You've been freed.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
Eerie silence falls over the incognito smiles of broken hearts;
You shudder, aware of what the winter has brought.
Wind brings the news of death;
A single crow creates an encore.
The tomb brings the grins to tears
And cements all false positivity to bedrock.
Your soul floats among the crowd,
Your bread encaptured in stone,
Your face, smiling.
You've been freed.
