The days are hard, the world feels heavy, and now, even my precious memories of yesteryear bring little solace. Where do we turn when it feels like there’s nowhere left to turn?
In Memoriam
A zest for life
Eludes me
Seeps slowly through
My pores
I am empty
Like a blackened sky
Without stars
An enchanted garden
Without blooms
Is there nowhere left
To turn?
When the poignancy and reverie
Of memories
Once worth their weight
In gold
Pilfer my breath
And torment my soul
I am dust
Until the golden glow
Of your gaze
Streaks the sky
Like fingers beckoning
Slowly, slowly
And a fated whisper
Embraces me home
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