grinningwolfA great gaping wound
A colossal wasteland
Broken fragments of bitter dreams
No healing or helping hands
Twisted with anger,
Fear and sorrow
No borders left to cross
No sign of tomorrow
A waning doom
Hangs in the air
No one left to give shelter
No one left to care
Consumed by the grieving
The widows blind to all
For them no comfort
No love, only the fall
The darkness that trembles
And rattles the horizon
Comes on with terrible speed
As a herd of stampeding bison
What hope is there for love,
When it seems to only fade
From the heart and memory
Of all those who sought its shade?
Wonderfully dark 🙂
Thank you glad you liked it.