TheSilent Loudness


Crooked Grief - Poem by TheSilent Loudness

I can feel myself going down a road I sadly know
Where the skies are darkened as is your role
Yet all I can bare to do is smile a weakened frown
And rub my eyes to shine away the stares
There is light in the sleeping candle, but still it does burn
But melting is worse than your feeling turn
My tired eyes beg to go to sleep and rest for a while
And my crooked back only makes a longer mile
My collar's tugged, forcing me from pain's relief
But in absence of suffering I find only stronger grief

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013


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