A Cinquain series on Loss and Grief
Nothing
Is left but dreams
We lost him in the night
Scattered quickly in the darkness
We ran
We ran
Until we fell
All strength rent from our bones
Raging fear so overwhelming
And cold
And cold
Strange empty thoughts
Demons chasing shadows
Bewildere…
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