Donna
Autorin
Sorrow is a ravens wing black as midnight.
Swoop and swish shadows shift.
Fear clatters into all that matters.
Pecks and caws Soul gripped by claws.
Sorrow is a underworld that tolerates no light.
Stone cold and broken.
Words left unspoken.
Snatched lives fractured what survives.
Sorrow is a lonely abyss.
Lost and hidden days are listless.
Constant night an inner fight.
No rescue in sight.
Sorrow is that torturous endless loop.
You, waiting forever on that hopeless stoop.
What to come?
Everything's done.
Sorrow is a cruel trick.
Mocks and taunts till weak and sick.
For good measure a gut kick.
What to hold on to you've lost your grip.
©Donna H.
September 18, 2022
Swoop and swish shadows shift.
Fear clatters into all that matters.
Pecks and caws Soul gripped by claws.
Sorrow is a underworld that tolerates no light.
Stone cold and broken.
Words left unspoken.
Snatched lives fractured what survives.
Sorrow is a lonely abyss.
Lost and hidden days are listless.
Constant night an inner fight.
No rescue in sight.
Sorrow is that torturous endless loop.
You, waiting forever on that hopeless stoop.
What to come?
Everything's done.
Sorrow is a cruel trick.
Mocks and taunts till weak and sick.
For good measure a gut kick.
What to hold on to you've lost your grip.
©Donna H.
September 18, 2022