Grief Poem by Stanley Pickle

Grief



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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