Lost Days Poem by jodde taylor

So many deaths
left unsheltered
a hearts tolerance
raised in solace.

To many ways
love compares
so many ways
you cried.

Creeping in
comes a playful memory
smiling standing before
a blazing sky.

Such lips
left quiet whispers
a melody sung
before a lingering tear
this road
shall never end.

So many ways
fondness leaves
in so many hours
death came easily.

Frying fires,
flying night
meaningful redemption
chased away by beauty
mending foreign closure.

Where the days
come and go
bringing rain
to a lost existence.

Shadows find room
to grow among
darkened roses
pale is dawn
where no longer
the heart roams.