Stanley Pickle

Grief - Poem by Stanley Pickle

And t'was only then that I see
A knell in your voice
Echoing in the midst of despair
Under the shroud, in hollow nakedness

Now the silent stillness of my gloom
Fade into nothingness
Swept away towards the dust
By the cold stiff hands of truth

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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