Just A Small Box.
A tarnished air
now falls unbound
upon the shoulders
of the day.
wounds still gape
where sorrow bleeds,
to turn all hope to dust.
Darkening panes cast
not the joy
beheld within the eye.
Encased the ashes:
stilled the heart
that gave each breath
to me.
© sweetwater 2023
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Hi Sue! Beautiful short again. Is it ‘encased’ or ‘incased’ – one of those words I’m never sure of!
Hi Mitch, this reply will be repeated for some weird reason, nothing I can do to stop it, sorry.
Thank you so much for your kind words. Also a thank you for stumbling over that word too, I don’t feel it’s just me now 🙂 Just used my dictionary and it is ‘encased’ meaning to enclose, hopefully I will remember, but doubt it.
Honestly I was always top of my class for spelling!
I will amend. X
painful to read, very effective poem
Oh my God! it’s going to be a living hell then.
Hi, this reply may be repeated, no idea why it’s nothing to do with me, sorry. Thank you for reading and commenting, but it won’t be a living hell, honestly. You are not on your own and not the only one feeling the pain so that will make it easier to bear over time. Learning to live without my Harvey is still very hard, and I still cry, but I can also get on with my life and enjoy it too, it doesn’t take anything away from my grief it’s just the next step of it I think. Please don’t… Read more »