After Poem by Jacquie StewartHeimann

The wind moans through brittle cracks
A quiet scraping at the panes
Outside a desolate, barren land
And a solitary ravaged tree
A vision of cold suffering
Devastation, loss
Bleakness stretches through eternity
A howl echoes through the night
Singing of hurt and anguish
Silence descends
Oppressive, heavy, pressing
The emptiness strikes hard
Resonating deep inside
A pain, a clenching of the heart
Of the soul
Striped bare, nothing left
To give... to love... to live