Donna
Autorin
A wrinkle in time dares to steal rhyme.
Takes all reason to color this Season.
Words, like you, are gone.
There is no song.
Musical notes fold;
days are empty-cold.
Dark and bleak, you cannot speak.
Where is the light?
Trapped in grief-fight.
Drowning in tears.
Taken, your years.
How do I live?
Nothing to give.
The sky begins to fall.
My heart's in a brawl.
I trip, knees buckle.
Touch the ground, do a double.
Struggle to get up, fumble.
Piece by piece, I crumble.
Beneath opens, I tumble.
Speeding towards an abyss.
You are the only one I can't bear to miss.
© Donna H.
July 20, 2024
Takes all reason to color this Season.
Words, like you, are gone.
There is no song.
Musical notes fold;
days are empty-cold.
Dark and bleak, you cannot speak.
Where is the light?
Trapped in grief-fight.
Drowning in tears.
Taken, your years.
How do I live?
Nothing to give.
The sky begins to fall.
My heart's in a brawl.
I trip, knees buckle.
Touch the ground, do a double.
Struggle to get up, fumble.
Piece by piece, I crumble.
Beneath opens, I tumble.
Speeding towards an abyss.
You are the only one I can't bear to miss.
© Donna H.
July 20, 2024