Widow's Plight Poem by Milda Morse
Widow's Plight
Lost she whispers to her bleeding heart,
Her desire for a lost soulmate too,
Her voice whispers a touching tune,
Flowing from her own wounds.
Without the love shes known,
Screaming words and ending with a laugh softly.
Lonely walk to a dark destination,
Chortle without sound
In a silent soft call.
Gentle spoken comfort
From so long ago
She searches for a loving home.
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5/3/2024 6:49:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Stunning poem. Heartfelt with every line penned. Thank you Milda....10