This poem, “my effort”, is somewhat dark. I’ll share two stanzas:
is it as easy as shrugging shoulders to plan a death?
your far away eyes
like the dog in the car in the parking lot
he gazes longingly over the backseat
out the rear window
I step from the limousine inside gated gardens
no tears left to wash my face
a raven flits from one monumental angel to another
exhausted with this life
why didn’t you whisper your pain?
© Cindy B. Stevens
28 September 2018
#alone #pain #speak
Photo credit: kasturi-roy-a1LVsvM_zuE-unsplash
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