none could be lifted
all draped in a sadness of grey
the infernal dolefulness
seemingly parlaying everyday
a bright stream of light
ne'er came over the mound
twas not availing its self
to her void soul's ground
e'er dwelt a lasting
blue on blue despair
a sorrowful tone
that her heart did bear
the loss remembered
an abyss so bereft a place
which shall be repaired
by the clock's balm of grace
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
none could be lifted
all draped in a sadness of grey
the infernal dolefulness
seemingly parlaying everyday
a bright stream of light
ne'er came over the mound
twas not availing its self
to her void soul's ground
e'er dwelt a lasting
blue on blue despair
a sorrowful tone
that her heart did bear
the loss remembered
an abyss so bereft a place
which shall be repaired
by the clock's balm of grace
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