by Profe Steve
Some days are easy The hours filled with distractions. I don’t have to think. But sunset comes, darkness falls, The wounds start to bleed anew.
Storm clouds roll at night Salty drops of memories Obscured by darkness Torturing hurricane winds That echo with the thunder.
When will grief relent? Lightning talons of heartbreak Stretch into eons Unassuaged, unremitting Ceaseless waves of sorrow’s winds
Battered and helpless, ‘Til one glimmer of sunrise Bids darkness retreat And the storm clouds dissipate As sweet light breaks forth with dawn