Grief Never Sleeps…

There is a bright silence

in the midnight hours,

behind a veiled realm are

spirits, do they hear the

cries of those earthly souls

in pain.

Flowing through my veins

are the memories of a heart

stilled, a beautiful depression

dweller, cold, weak, no thought

of mortality; no divine oracle.

Gone from sight, now a spirit

dweller beyond the curtain of

life, still the love and the

memories inhabit the mind and

hearts of those left behind; “grief

never sleeps”.

 

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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