Atgal

Lucile Rivron Martinelli


The Grieving Man

The Grieving Man

His hands were gently shaking

His mind empty of hope

His heart was slowly breaking,

Stretched like a tightrope.

 

She’d left early in the morning,

Said goodbye the night before;

He knew she wouldn’t be returning 

When he watched her walk through that door.

 

Slowly, as the days passed,

His grief bloomed 

Encircling him in a cloud of darkness

Protecting him, as he mused. 

 

And so people watched

As the man withered,

Empty-soulled until

Only a shell remained

 

And so the man died

With nothing in his heart;

Nothing but a faded hope

That his life would fall apart.




Pateikta: 14:26 Fri, 22 March 2024 by : Lucile Rivron Martinelli age : 16